[Martial arts is not fantasy]
Just a mute, what kind of trouble can he make?
In the night of sudden rain, the slaughter is all over, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Flowers fall in the jade tower, and love and hatred are buried in the clear moon. A life and death, a love, once romantic, a lifetime of hurt.
The way of humanity is that the sword has a sound, but the knight has no words.
