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Two hundred and sixty-three years later.

A ray of setting sun hangs in the sky, the sunset glow floats gently with the wind, a few wild geese fly south in the sky, and there are beautiful mountains around the feet. A few old men walk by the stream with their harvests.

On the banyan tree nearby, Lan Shou was shaking a red wine glass in his right hand. The scarlet wine in the glass looked out of place in this world. With a ...