Heaven and earth are the inn for all things; time is the passing guest of a hundred generations. Life is but a fleeting dream—how much joy can one truly have?

Looking around and killing, leaving no one alive within ten steps; last night still a hundred miles away in the green hills, this morning already before the Luo River. Heading east, never to return, drinking and singing along the way—this is what they call romance.

Everyone has their own life. Even if you return to the world of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, there’s no need to follow in their footsteps—just treat them as passersby.

A world fit for survival can only be created by oneself.