She couldn't explain to anyone what quick travel meant. What trapped her and rescued her were inner demons.
Passing by, she finally recognized the amazingly talented young man she once was. At that time, the mountains were vast and the blue color was as beautiful as the painting, but on the red tower, he was the only one with his flowing clothes catching people's eyes. Ten miles of mountains and rivers, the land of Jiuzhou, attracting people from all directions to come to visit, where is my homeland? Deep in the flowers, the cuckoo cries blood and the oriole flies low. He once said, I hope you are well.
She woke up screaming and crying from her dream. The sword in her arms fell with a sound, and the word "Tianya" on the hilt stung her eyes again. In the dream, he called her softly, calling her back, but a pair of bloody hands stretched out from the ground and dragged her far away. How can it be that there is no intention to return to the end of the world, and the return date cannot be expected.
A single flapping of wings can cause a storm, but how can she retreat safely after causing countless storms?
Intention: self-growth and striving for strength