There is a peach blossom garden, where literati and poets gather together.
And a sect stood on the Peach Blossom Spring, Fu Xian.
The master, the elders, and the disciples all seemed to be full of mysterious aura.
What is true and what is false? True and false are also true, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Good people, bad people, kind people, evil people, virtuous people, common people...
But with a flick of the finger, it turned into dirt and ashes. Nothing can be left behind, nothing will be left behind.
|Written in oc. Overhead background, non-traditional cultivation of immortality. The system of cultivating immortals is just a medium. Most of the worldview settings are reshaped and cannot withstand scrutiny. The realm of combat power is very strange. Do not join the party based on research.
Intention: Pave the world view and practice writing
