It was a dark night in the twelfth lunar month of winter. Liu Jing was wandering outside and was caught. Just catch him, why don't you chat more.
He asked: "Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, where can I find the bliss of rebirth?"
The other party seemed to have heard some joke, breaking the illusion of Liu Jing——
"You probably have some misunderstanding."
"I am not an immortal king, nor am I here to save you."
Intention:.
