The leisurely water of Wangchuan River laps, and the faint boat goes back and forth.
In the past, in this desolate underworld and the state of death, on both sides of the Forgotten River, which was fighting to swallow the souls of the dead, the only figure that was as beautiful as fire was swaying. But now, the dream fairy is no longer a dream, and the flying sky has become a charm.
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