Immortals of All Nations

Taixuan calendar year 1263. Dalu's wound was closed, but the stitches were still there. Envoys passed through the pass, merchant ships sailed across the boundary river, and the red seal on the covenant was already pressed on the back of the case by people who turned the page before it dried. Resources come and go, and hatred changes hands in silence. The turbid air in the ground did not stop spreading, and the cracks in the seal were deeper than what the historians had recorded. The old people remember the smell of blood, while the young people only regard war as a legend - but legends are often more dangerous than personal experiences, because those who have experienced it know the pain, but legends make people want to try it again. This is not called peace. It's just a table, and everyone is waiting for the first person to lift it.