A Thought Returns

I am Luochen, my sword, my world My sword has drunk all the glitz of the world, but I have never tasted the true joys and sorrows. All living beings are looking at me, but they don't know that I am also looking at all living beings. I look into the distance, where there are fireworks in the world, the intertwining of life and death, the entanglement of love and hate. The prosperity of the world is just passing clouds and smoke, and the night is like ink. On the cliff of Xuantian Sect, a solitary figure stands alone, that is Luochen. His body is covered with scars, and each wound tells of his tenacity and unwillingness. The moonlight shone on his tired face, reflecting endless bitterness and loneliness. Luochen, you traitor! Where else do you want to run? A figure walked out of the darkness, it was his junior brother, his voice was full of contempt and hatred. You have the same fate as your father, you are destined to be a traitor! Luochen was framed, accused of assassinating the leader, and became the target of public criticism. His heart was filled with doubts and anger, but he could not defend himself and could only silently endure the endless accusations and pressure. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.