I ask the common people, and you ask the ghosts and gods. The gimmick is more appealing to me than the story. I remember when we were young, you loved to talk about the sky and I loved to laugh. After a drowsy noon and throwing the book away, the days seemed so long. When I woke up, I realized that the dream was empty. This is just a fantasy movie. Even though there are people in the sky, it's useless because even the immortals can't be relied on. The last sigh: An adult is not free, and one cannot become an adult without discipline.