His spiritual power was low and his family was exiled. People said that Mo You was the disgrace of the Mo family.
Only he knew that he could hear the ghost's lament and feel the loneliness of the weapon.
The broken ancient sword pulled out from the sword mound echoed from the battlefield that spanned three hundred years - "Hold."
When others pursue victory with one blow, he and his ghost-type partners choose the path of using the gentlest understanding and the most "dirty" tactics to achieve the most complete subversion.
This is a story about protection, bonding, and writing your own poems on the edge of the rules.
