One is in the Temple of Heaven, like a master; the other is trapped in the quagmire, and will never recover. When we meet again, there will be someone who is soft-hearted after all...
Once he woke up, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gave way, and he and he were penetrated by a long sword, blood blended with blood, the sun was just right, the breeze was not dry, and a blood mole continued on the front edge...
Purpose: I want flowers and angry horses when I was a teenager