Xia Ying Mysterious Traces

Five years later. Su Hongying came here with the moon like a hook, vowing to penetrate this world of cannibalism. Under the moonlight-like blade, the veil that blocks the past will eventually be cut open. Legends of the past, martial arts myths of today. The choice between life and death, the mystery of knowing or not. The entanglement of love and hate, the intertwining of sadness and joy. Thousands of people with thousands of faces, how can it be considered true? Why call it false? You may not know my past, and I don't know your future. The autumn breeze is blowing, and the moon is full on the west tower. When we meet, we don't ask about our origins; when we part, we don't ask about our return date. You and I gather here and disperse here, not seeking results, but seeking happiness!