"It's impossible to calculate the humble life of all living beings. Looking back, what will happen if the five flavors are mixed?"
Feng Yinyu was sealed in the cold pavilion, year after year, his hands were numb, and he watched the cold wind silently. Sometimes he really thought he was going to die, but sometimes it was better to die, but after all, he was still alive. Since living is to persevere, the Dragon Clan will never do anything that despises life.
Looking back, the boat had already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. After he wanted to clap his hands and give up, he looked down.
My sect that can't stand on the stage is all pulling at my trousers.
"Even if my life is humble, even if my mission is to stop here, I am not willing to let it go."
Intention: the true meaning of life