The rivers and lakes are turbulent, and the desire for power is like a tide, rolling up and down people's hearts. Some people are trying their best to compete in the martial arts world, while others are walking in the snow with the white moonlight in their hearts. When dusk spread over the bluestone slab, the young man wrapped in a ragged coat was trampling the setting sun all over the ground, and his ragged shoes left footprints of varying depths in the dust and mud. He didn't know the road was far away, so he only made every step solid into a monument, letting the wind and rain condense into frost on his thin shoulders, but his eyes were burning with sparks that never fell.
