Once a fortress straddling the roaring river, it was the only path to Chang’an. Now beacon towers crumble, roa…
Once a fortress straddling the roaring river, it was the only path to Chang’an. Now beacon towers crumble, roads vanish beneath waves, yet the people of the four wildernesses remain oblivious. How many stories lie buried in the abyss, waiting to be explored? Alas, the fortress has submerged into a lake, where shall the moonlight gazer head next?