Sword and Spirit, I Will Practice Both to Kill the Immortal

Deep in the Shiwan Mountain, he is buried under the Sword Cliff. The cold moonlight stretched the shadows of the jagged rocks like twisted ghosts. Lin Feng, a seventeen-year-old boy, was huddled in a narrow mountain crevice, covered in blood, and the breath in his chest was so weak that he seemed to be cut off at any moment.