Star-Moon Divine Sword

It's early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass is growing and orioles are flying, the sun is setting in March, and there is still a sense of desolation at night. On the outskirts of Moling City, on the road from Sibaiheng Street to Taipingmen, there are no pedestrians, the treetops are swaying, the breeze is blowing, and it is extremely quiet. Zheyan started, and suddenly there was a faint sound of chariots and horses neighing in the distance. In a moment, a chariot and a horse came up. The chariots and horses were running very fast. Thick white foam was sprayed from the corners of the animals' mouths. It was clear at a glance that they were driving. Passing a long way, the man on horseback was wearing a silver-white gown, with a sword on his back, a thin face, and piercing eyes. He looked around like a sharp scissor, but his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was filled with a chilling air. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.