When you are born, you are a phoenix. Even if you are stuck in the quagmire, you are still a phoenix. No matter how good the chicken head is, it is not as noble as a phoenix. When you are young and glorious, you live for you. For the rest of your life, you live for these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but you have never lived for yourself.
She is not as noble as Phoenix, and she does not have that courage. She just wants to hold up the sky for that side An Yu.
The floating dust has obliterated their original intentions, and their people have suffered so much that they are waiting to return home.
Intention: Letting go is forever