We betrayed for profit, but redeemed for conscience.
After working hard for three years, the emperor, who was as indifferent as a god, spoke, and the situation was turbulent.
Yang Xuan, a country bumpkin bathed in the starlight, walked into Chang’an City in a daze, holding a magical scroll from a thousand years later in his hand, and stepped into the whirlpool…
until he stood on Chang’an.