Zither music fills Great Xia’s golden tents, while Hu beauties dance beneath the northern winds of Wei.
Where her red robes pass, vengeance follows.
In Spring Breeze Hall, her heart holds all the people.
The martial world runs red with blood, but I roam free.
Nothing is more unforgettable than a beauty’s profound kindness.
Eighteen years ago, beyond Fengmen Pass, a heaven-shaking arrow saved the Xia Kingdom from the brink of ruin.
Eighteen years later, amid the night rain of the martial world, the noble houses would sooner carve up the realm than share it.
That day, Luo Xing stood before Mo Hongyi and pointed at a crowd of “scoundrels,” laughing as he said:
“I have nine swords for the sake of all under heaven. These eighteen fiends will send you straight to the afterlife!”
