The chronicles are penned, mostly recounting ancient people, fortunately in an era of great contention ahead, the world rising with tides, fortunately you, my disciple, stand as the pillar amidst the waves, fortunately as your master, I still have this face;
One must know,
A thousand years from now, when looking back at today, it's impossible to skip over you.
If future generations read this part of history,
No matter if they gnash their teeth and curse you, if they dare not recognize and think your heart is venomous, if they avoid with deep secrecy unable to add citations, or those who can understand you, Tian Wujing, in some way, resonate with you in some aspect;
Ultimately,
They will all surely blame me, the old man, for why I did not write more in your chronicles, why I did not write even more, why I couldn't leave behind more ink about you for them to see?
As for Prince Zhenbei, I am unfamiliar, he does not care to deal with me, the pedantic scholar;
