Twenty years ago, the Great Zhou Dynasty dismounted at South Mountain and swept through the martial world. Countless sects were destroyed, and everyone in the jianghu lived in fear, unsure where to turn. Then, at that very moment...
Everyone has their own vision of the jianghu. I merely cast a pebble from my heart into the lake. How many years of spring and autumn will its ripples stir? As one among the jianghu, I have simply recorded it.
