In troubled times, wars are everywhere, the earth is torn apart, and the people are like duckweeds.
Ritual and music collapsed, the outlines were often broken, warriors wielded swords to rule the roost, and feudal towns supported their troops to stand on their own. In the vast Central Plains, there was no place for peace.
Some people forge swords with benevolence, hoping to stop the war with one sword and help the troubled world to fall;
Some people use iron and blood to cross the sword, hoping to use one sword to stabilize the cauldron and sweep away the smoke and dust of the eight wastelands.
When young people meet, they chase mountains and rivers.
