Thirteenth Prince of Yancheng

After so many years, he almost forgot his original name. Everything is like a dream. After waking up from the dream, there will be no change in today's life, everything will be as usual. Business as usual? He sneered. Old friends, stories, and events from the past are thousands of years old, but they are not people living in history. He remembered their voices, faces, and smiles. They seemed to be still there, still in his heart, and still in his dusty heart. Even though he had been homeless for twelve years, beaten by wind and frost, his face no longer had the smile of the past, and his heart was numb, he still thought of them in the quiet of the night. He knows that some things cannot be escaped and must be faced. He had nothing but this Zhao Lingjian to accompany him. Also, the sword, like him, must have a destination. Just let this sword accompany him to complete his mission. Go back and look for old friends. How you came here is how you come back. Only by saying goodbye to the past can we start a new life.