The Power of King of Glory to Turn the Tide

When the moonlight of Chang'an was still flowing on the drunken sword, when the snow of the Great Wall Guards' sword was still condensing on the edge - Li Bai was drunk lying on the green mountain with his sword and listening to the pines, and the waves were hidden in the shadows, guarding the boat alone. The rumors in Weidu have long been frozen into ice in a pool of blood. They say that the number one assassin in Weidu who used a shark as a blade has been buried in the sea, but they don't know that the ripples in the shadows have never stopped. The young man's spark is burning through the fog of illusion, and when the blade breaks through the ice, the iron wall-like back is crushing the long night. As the wine in the sword pot surges into new rivers and lakes, the undercurrent under the shark's teeth hides the unspoken past - the so-called death is just the end of the old story, and their legend has just opened its first ray of edge in the crack before dawn...