The clouds covered the entire sky that day, like a long dragon or a giant python. There was a slight golden light in the clouds, and his eyes were attracted to it. In the distance, muffled thunder sounded, a bolt of white-gold lightning struck down, and a generation of wise ministers fell. And another story is about to start again in the past. (This story was written in response to the story of Boren recorded in "Shishuo Xinyu". I don't have enough writing power or imagination to put it together. I just want to write a happy ending to comfort myself.)