C302 Strangeness

The ground was far from the Nine Heavens, and I was falling like a leaf.

The city gates could not be broken at all, and people were like ants, pitifully small.

No wonder, a person is just a passerby in the passing of time, unable to endure the trials of wind and rain. People like me only let fate drift, unable to change …

The scene in front of me was getting closer and closer