A mediocre person is useless.
Five races and three factions check and balance each other.
Humans and demons collude to win and benefit each other.
He went down the mountain to experience, and survived one disaster after another, but what he encountered was just difficulties. The truth hidden behind destroyed countless people like a flood.
The pavilion is short, the red dust is rolling, a handful of clouds and smoke are scattered with the wind, and the cold wind is rustling and the water is cold.
The obscure time is like passing clouds, and the clear and flowing clouds look into your eyes. Looking back is a thousand years, and it is like a dream, and the tea is cool when you leave.
Intent: Several teenagers support each other and uncover the so-called truth, neither for money nor for obsession.