Gantang stood up, turned around and walked towards the palace door. The white marble palace door opened, and suddenly a strong wind blew in. Blowing the white moon heart of Gantang, holding the wind in his wide sleeves, and his wild hair behind him, he is like a green luan, showing the coldness of youth and the nobility of the world.
With this passing, this young man will no longer be like what he is today. He was stained with the world of mortals and abandoned his precepts.