"In the past, I wanted to be the northern star in the sky. Later, I wanted to be that majestic goshawk. Now I am on this platform, and I am like a piece of grass. After all, I am right or wrong."
Blah blah blah ~ It should be a cultivation novel. He Goose Goose will lay down here first. I don't know when it will open.
Ps: The first chapter is locked. I posted it by accident. It's a bit ridiculous. I'll rewrite it later.
Purpose: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness."