The dynasty collapsed, the Kyushu collapsed, the heroes were divided, the sects were numerous, the gangs continued to conquer, and the world was in chaos. Drunk people sleep under the eaves of ruined temples, and there are blind voices in the streets and alleys. He is a blind singer who trades his music for copper coins. He is dressed in rags and drunk, but he can destroy an entire gang with just a raise of his hand for the promise of a penny. No one knows its origin, no one knows its depth. With an old harp and a bamboo stick, he staggered through the war-torn rivers and lakes. In the dark eyes, he glimpsed the ghosts in people's hearts, and in the sound of the strings at his fingertips, he stirred up the chaos of the world. This journey of walking alone in chaos is being slowly composed by a blind man.
