Luo Wangxian

The world is annihilated, the emperors and immortals are sad, and all living beings are in mourning. The only lonely and lost seedling blooms in the world, with endless wandering footprints in the long river, and the profound history on the other side of the years. Every flower and grass cuts through the heavens, and every thought echoes. Since the call is answered, the dream of silence is lost in ancient and modern times, and the immortals are forgotten. The beginning of a boy is the end