The desert north is vast, and the wind and sand corrode the bones.
Zhao Jinghong and Hongyan had a deep love, but he watched helplessly as his best friend was framed step by step by his closest relatives, father and brother, and died unjustly.
Blood is the blade, family love is a prisoner, and cold calculations crush all gentleness.
The old friend was buried in the yellow sand, and the overwhelming hatred was condensed in my heart.
Walking alone in the desert, fighting against all odds with his sword, Zhao Jinghong traveled across mountains and rivers, determined to tear apart the mask of hypocrisy.
She avenged her old friends with her lonely courage, and liquidated all betrayals and sins with her ruthless edge.
The wind and sand swept across the journey, taking revenge every step of the way, and vowed to make all those who had done harm pay with their lives.
