The Legend of Tianya Mingyue Sword

The setting sun is like blood, splashing on the vast Gobi desert, stretching Fu Hongxue's figure thin and long. He rode a thin horse and walked slowly on the gravel-strewn official road. His black cloak rustled in the evening wind, stained by dust and wind and frost, but it still could not cover the sharp knife slung at his waist - the scabbard was dark and silent as night, as if it contained endless loneliness and murderous intent. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.