There are thirty thousand loess and white bones, and the light of the sword is like a shadow and the moon is like wine. The spring breeze cuts off everything in the world, and I wonder if peach blossoms will grow old? In the year 547 of the Yong'an calendar, there was a snowy night in Kuhai County, a border county in the south of Qi State. When Wen Chaosheng was in a ruined temple outside the county, he picked up a severely injured and dying lame woman. He thought the woman was just a refugee in distress, but he never thought that the woman was involved in a huge secret. A few years later, in front of the Towering Temple, a young man stood facing the moon with a sword. There were corpses everywhere behind him, and blood flowed like a river. My name is Wen Chaosheng. This time I draw my sword and come to seek justice from the sky.
