The Genius Is Dead

On the top of the vast snow-capped mountains, the crane stood on top of the blooming wintersweet, looking up to the sky and roaring. It was so shocking that the glow in the sky instantly dispersed, turning into little immortal stars falling in the sky. On the post road under the snow-capped mountains, the heavy wheels rolled over the broken snow, leaving two traces extending to the horizon. The driver was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He raised his whip and hit the horse's butt hard. The horse felt pain and rushed forward like crazy. Because of this sudden snowstorm, they have been delayed too much time. They must rush to Tianji Palace before night completely comes. Whoosh! The sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air...