If there's anything more frightening than death in this world, it would probably be being completely forgotten.
The people and events that have appeared in history are as vast as the sea, but only a few are recorded by people; countless splendid stories have been submerged in the long river of time.
This is the fairness and ruthlessness of history. A thousand years later, the mountains are still mountains, and the rivers are still rivers, but people are no longer the same as before.
Sitting in the carriage, Gu Tao watched the twinkling stars in the sky. He wondered if there was a Centaur civilization in this universe. Maybe there was, and what the Centaur civilization was doing at this moment, he wanted to know but felt there was no need to know.
"Master, what are you looking at?"
"Looking at the stars of the past; the stars you see here appeared billions of years ago."
"Huh? Aren't stars the gems set in the sky? That's what my father told me."
