That year, Si Dong's god fell.
Langran, clear and round, whoever plays it will ring in the empty mountain.
"In the past ten years, except for my sister, I have only trusted the general. It is my own fault."
"General Liang, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon."
The winter solstice is coming, the days are long and the nights are short, life is uneasy.