The rivers and lakes are drifting, the knights are walking, and they can't help themselves. Life and death are uncertain.
The city has passed without leaving any trace, the mind and body are exhausted, and the memories of joy and sorrow are lingering.
A great mother shed tears of reluctance when she was about to leave, looking at her courage. . . .
Liu Feng is the child of this great mother's courage. She grew up in the mountains with her master. At the age of 15, I followed my third senior brother down the mountain to train in the army. It was not until my master passed away three years later that I realized that there were still relatives in this society. Thus began Liu Feng's urban and Jianghu story
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
