Jianghu is dead.
This is the consensus of everyone.
High-rise buildings have replaced mountain gates, laws have replaced rules, and so-called martial arts masters are just legends left over from the old era.
There is no sect, no knights, no grudges and grudges, only the rules and order of modern society.
Until ten weapons from the old era reappeared in the world.
A green bamboo umbrella sword can borrow the wind of the world.
A three-inch flying knife, which is sure to hit when you take action.
A black iron spear can hold down an entire city.
The rivers and lakes that disappeared thirty years ago are causing waves again.
Lin Ziyou didn't want to enter the world.
But when the people and grudges of the old era returned again, he finally understood:
Jianghu can disappear, but Xia cannot.
