At the age of eighteen, he descended the mountain with a sword and stepped into this chaotic world.
He tried to gather his old troops, but found that people's hearts had long been scattered into dust;
What he thought was the right path was vulnerable to machinations;
He despised the devil, but he shed his blood for faith.
In the experience of blood and fire, he found brothers who share life and death, and also met the beauty who laughed at his stupidity.
