I have a mistress who disappeared thirty years ago. Someone told me that I could find him by gathering the joys, sorrows, and joys of three hundred people into a pill.
So I stayed in the private room of Qiongyue Tower all day long, waiting for all kinds of people to come to me for business. They came with stories and left with joys and sorrows. I wanted to help them, but I could only be a spectator in their stories.