Man in the Fog

He came from Shuofang and braved the wind and snow He walked in the fog, cutting through thorns and thorns Carrying a long sword on the back and a short sword on the waist He is a lone wolf with hidden fangs and a tiger sniffing the roses. It's a strange hunter who walks between reality and illusion. A thief of the forbidden power of the gods He is like a lonely cloud, he is at home all over the world, he never stops for a moment Under the nameless fog, the gears of fate can no longer stop turning