The Emperor’s Soul, the Friend’s Bone: The Saintly Healer of Moquan

To the lonely brave man under the starry sky This book is dedicated to all those who wrote in the dark places of history, tempered with their souls, but never signed. "The Holy Hand of Moquan" is finished. This is not a work born in a study. It is written in the cracks of life and formed in the dim light of the long night. I know that under the starry sky of history, there are countless stars brighter than me, forever silent under the horizon. This book is the only tribute I can dedicate to all the nameless travelers who looked up in the mud, wrote under heavy pressure, and completed their own epics in places where no one cares. Success belongs to the times, but completion belongs to oneself. Thanks for meeting. The ink spring is silent and the still water flows deeply. ——Dedicated to every lonely brave man who never gave up building.