The Wind Blows and the Sail Moves

My name is Xiangbei, and I am Hou Yi's last arrow. There are records in ancient times that outside the northwest sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that don't fit together, and they are called Buzhou. That was the place where I first lived. The world calls it Buzhou Mountain. Hou Yi found the only stone left by Nuwa to mend the sky in Buzhou Mountain, and then refined the stone into ten arrows. I was lucky to be the last one left. Hou Yi ascended to god and was worshiped by all people, and I, who cares about the whereabouts of an arrow, later. . . Intention: Open-minded, the clouds are clearing, the Qingming moon reflects the autumn