Jinyiwei: I Only Want to Protect the Lights and Tranquility of Thousands of Families

The new wind was like a knife, rolling up the frozen snow particles and sending out a shrill scream among the withered bones of the dilapidated thatched pavilion. In the pavilion, he sat cross-legged and alone. The golden thread patterns on his black python robe had long been stained by blood and dust, and were torn in many places, revealing the rolled wounds underneath, with black and purple blood clots. The Xiuchun knife, which once shone with cold light, was now leaning against the pavilion pillar, its blade crumbling, covered in dust like scrap iron, and not even reflecting half of the skylight. He slowly took off his black gauze hat and placed it on the cold muddy ground in front of him. He let out a long sigh, mixed with the smell of blood and endless weariness: "In the end, I still couldn't hold on to anything." "So..." The voice was cold, but seemed to contain a strange power of stability, penetrating through the howling wind and snow. I don't know when a white figure appeared next to the pavilion pillars. The young man stood with his hands behind his hands, and the aura around him was as faint as the clouds. The man in the flying fish suit raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, but there was a faint light, like ashes that had not yet been extinguished under the cliff. He remained silent and just struggled to open his bloody palm - a thunder ball was suspended above it, and the electric snakes inside were swarming wildly, making a dull crackling sound. The young man in white nodded, his fingertips moved slightly, and a silver light wrapped around the restless thunder ball. In an instant, the shadow of a huge silver dial appeared behind him, the gears meshed silently, the huge hour and minute hands suddenly froze, and then suddenly began to rotate in the opposite direction! In an instant, the violent thunderball seemed to be wiped away by an invisible giant hand, turning into a stream of light and disappearing invisible. The wind seemed to die down. The man in the flying fish suit had empty eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and in the end he just remained silent. I hope... This time, something can really be changed