The Weak Are Silent

Heaven and earth are like furnaces, and all things are like cud dogs. The strong drink and watch the clouds, and decide whether others will live or die while talking and laughing; the weak bury themselves in farming, even having to pick a place to sneeze. Until one day, when Luo Bai grew up, he looked at the purple lightning in the sky and suddenly realized: "It turns out it's not that I don't deserve to speak, it's that some people... Don't deserve to listen to me." Then let's not talk about it. He picked up an iron pot to ward off the thunder, and stepped on the talisman to chase the flowing clouds. The Immortal Sect Banquet was held today, and the Hall of Cause and Effect was demolished tomorrow. When everything collapsed and the heavens fell silent, Luo Bai stood in the clouds and chuckled: "Now, can you hear me clearly?"