The vast Central Plains has been in turmoil for decades,
When the dust settled, Fang looked back and sighed at the past, but his beauty was no longer there...
The disputes of the past have long since turned into a few wisps of smoke.
In the setting sun, in the sparse rain, there are misty and dying grasses, two or three stories of heroes competing for the deer...
Don't say that the mortal world is good, the world is the most ruthless,
How many idiots shed tears and hate their daughters,
In the turbulent world, who can let go of any amount of hatred?
Don't seek power and wealth for a lifetime, but only want freedom for a lifetime? …