Falling Mist

(No System, high martial arts with low-level mysticism, traditional wuxia, glove-puppet-show style) This is a story that begins with a sword... In the martial world, heroes are judged by their swords. Even if you die, so what? A Daoist heroine carrying a peerless sword enters the jianghu, only to find trouble at every turn. She encounters a wretched young man suffering from a deadly poison. What she thought would be a romantic journey through the jianghu turns into a desperate flight from a pack of vicious bandits. They venture through the jianghu, making many good friends. A young man and woman fight for their lives. What wrong is there in that? “Who are you? Don't think you can block our way.” Love and hate, passion and revenge: their tale goes on and on. How can anyone speak of guilt in this jianghu... (This is an ensemble story with no clear main character. Please take note!)