Anchored for 1 year, Daxuan, dissociated from the top of the mountain.

Twenty-year-old Li Fan stands alone on the top of the mountain, with his hands on his back, looking out at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

The rising sun rises from the east, bursting out ten thousand rays of light, dyeing the clouds red.

Li Fan's young face showed a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Three thousand years have passed, and it doesn't seem to have no effect on me."

Li Fan sighed slightly.

In the automatic return to true, back to the solution

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