Cheng Jue, you are acting against the will of heaven. You feel guilty, but can you be convinced? I admit that I am guilty, but what is his fault? And what's wrong with the fact that etiquette doesn't distinguish between black and white? Whatever, whatever. He and Qi Yi have been separated for ninety-seven years. He has been a mortal for many years, and you have been an immortal for many years. She lowered her head and held the lamp but said nothing. In the sixty-eighth year, Qinghu Tower was conquered. Xiao Yu, the handle of the lamp I have is about to break. The two of us were afraid that we would have no way out. No, he whispered, wait a moment.
A small boat floats over Zheng Qing. "Chengjue, it's me."
Determination: Although things in the world may not go as planned, we are still determined.