The Romance of Quan Chen

The lone sail is far away and the shadow is chasing the river wind, and the young man is slaying the dragon with his sword. A burst of passion runs through Changhong. The original intention is as bright as a torch, and I dare to break through the ninth level.​ Returning to the golden palace, the beauty gradually turns red. The human heart is as empty as a candle. The wax traces condense into cold tears, and they are no longer the same as before.