Yulian stands tall on a steep cliff, gazing up at the clear sky: the scorching August sun shines brightly on the four poles. In the fields under the rocks, the sound of cicadas can be heard for a long time; The cicadas stopped chirping, and the surroundings were silent. The countryside, covering an area of 80 miles, is within sight. The eagle occasionally flew out from the cliffs above his head, quietly circling in the long sky, drawing circles. Yu Lian's eyes involuntarily followed the eagle of prey. A steady and powerful fight that is awe inspiring, he yearns for this power, yearns for this aloofness.