The Sword of Boundless

Just after dawn, the tranquility among the mountains and rivers was broken by the sound of rapid horse hooves. The cold wind is like a knife, making people's faces hurt. The ancient village is located in a green valley, surrounded by mountains, and seems to be isolated from the world. However, today, fate will set sail from here and tear apart this peaceful land. Li Wuya, an ordinary farm boy, was squatting by the well in his yard, washing the herbs picked last night. The early morning sunlight had just shined through the mountains, reflecting on his thick black hair like a ray of golden light. His eyes were clear and bright, but with a little childish confusion and uneasiness. That morning, everything seemed so normal until he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far away. Urgent, sharp, with a certain uneasy aura. "Who is it?" Li Wuya stood up. The herbs in his hand were swaying gently in the wind, but he had some kind of ominous premonition in his heart.