I once recalled the past, the old things; under the Qingyun Gate, in the Dragon Head Peak; who held the sword, shining in the world; I only lamented that the world is impermanent, and the century-old dream has disappeared. I was full of regret because I was in a state of confusion at that time. (This is a brand new story. It is not Zhu Xian in the traditional sense, but it is Zhu Xian. Please support it)
