The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named.
From nothing to something, from something to nothing.
From life to death, from death to life.
What is right and wrong? What is good and evil?
She thought she had always known it clearly,
In other words, she doesn't actually need to think about this.
But since meeting that person, her ideas have changed so much...
With the Jiashen Rebellion, everything came to zero.
However, everything is no longer as clear as before, like frosted glass covered with a layer of fog.
"Since I can't wipe it off, I have no choice but to break it." She smiled brightly at her old friend.
"From now on, we can try to make friends. Hello, my name is Shi Fu."
"Oh, my name is Feng Baobao."