The world is in chaos, one sword splits the sky, and hundreds of billions of creatures just want to see you again. A bottle of wine is always with you at your waist, and a sword is always full of immortal blood. Since the Buddha's eyes are filled with filth, the gods alone take care of themselves, and the demons are despised by thousands of people, and everyone deserts their relatives. Why should I care about the will of the world? I only move forward towards my heart. If I want to taste all kinds of flavors, I can try the Immortal Sword in my hand!
Intention: Childhood dream of being a fairy