God bless the winter of forty-seven years, and it snows at night in Chang'an.
There are rumors in the world that the black-clothed sword demon "Non-Returning Guest" has broken through thirteen sects alone and points his sword at the imperial city. Everyone knew that he wanted to avenge a bloody sea of blood, but they didn't know that that night he killed through the nine palace gates just to beg for a bowl of hot soup for the little beggar behind him.
On the top of the imperial city, the old emperor looked at his bloody sword and laughed: "I have been waiting for you for twenty years - to take away your kingdom."
The young man pointed his sword at the depths of the snowy night: "Where is that bowl of soup?"
