Chapter of Tracing the Dust

The spiritual roots are chained, and the heart is secretly grieved. The illusion traces back thousands of traces, and the afterimage is vast. The light of the sword changes life and death in an instant, and the faint sound of the strings is sent to the past. No matter how talented you are, it's hard to find colleagues who are old and warm. All the passing water has left traces, and the passing light recalls the old chapter. [No time travel + no system]