Dewdrop Travels

One man's way, four horses' world... Bones and quicksand... A thin horse and a broken sword... The wind stirs up the dream bell through silk willows, and the lingering sound of the string harp continues with the tears... We are all ourselves, why should we distinguish between you and me? Cultivation is not only about giving up, but also about tolerance. If you give up evil, good will not be good.