For some unknown reason, Rong Sui entered a place where he would die if he didn't play the dungeon. However, he met Zhan Zhilin and Yao Jinchen there, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.
Boundless, gray, boring, dry, and deep. Gradually, they thought there was only boundless silence here.
The trance wind picked up the gravel and blew it into the water, fire, wind and wood. The exploding water is absurd glory, the tempered fire is the witness of conquest, is there a whisper at the end of the wind?
Wood records the passage and changes of the years.
The sun's rays are dazzling and bright, and the long-lasting burning is a dull pain that only lasts for a while. It is the breaking ground given by life, the cycle of fate reflected by the prism, and the "burning extension" of life.
Intention: Play less with mobile phones and sleep more