Red Meteor Hanxiao

In the spring of March, the southern geese returning from the north formed a large line on the boundless sky. At this time, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River were full of vitality. And among the peaks and mountains, the water, and the dense green, a striking red figure flashed, like a red lightning. It passed away quietly, and behind the red figure, there were bursts of rapid sound of horse hooves chasing the front. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.