Under the night sky of Luocheng, a young man rides his horse, the sound of hooves echoing on the cobblestone streets. He seems like a character from a storyteller's tale, emerging from a waterfall, venturing into the world, arriving at Green Mountain to watch the sunset. If you ask who is the wanderer in this world, he will answer, 'The gentle breeze, the bright moon, and I.' This may be a long story, let me tell it slowly.