Xuan Chong, as a “newborn” excavated from the spacetime well
On the road inheriting Starry Sky, it’s all about confidence.
Can do well on tasks, withstand cannon fire, endure reprimands. The flag won’t fall from his hands, but from now on, this flag is mine.
…spacetime boundary line…
From cold weapons, to ironclad ships, from the depths of the mantle, to Starry Sky, ultimately seeking a possibility.
When you all enter the pages, you can look over there through the well mouth. Waiting to be excavated.
