The direct descendants of the four great families were sent to Qingyun Academy in the same year.
Yang Lie holds a straw in his mouth and shouts about eating and drinking, Xie Yan sets off flames as soon as he appears, Song Lan rides the wind and lands, Huang Zhirou doesn't say much, but her aura dominates the audience. Outsiders just thought they were here to grab the first seat - no one knew that someone was already staring at them in the shadow of Lao Huai at the mountain gate.
In the same class, in the same house, in the same ranking. During the day, there are lively classmates in the school, and at night, there are four figures climbing over the wall to check the shadows. A wet dead branch, a shadow token, a door that only recognizes the blood of the Yang family... The old covenants of the four families and the covenants outside the territory are revealed layer by layer.
Some asked them to open the door, while others pressed the words behind the door with their lives. What they want to do is not to work for anyone, but to settle the debts they have owed for decades for the four families.
Attack, defense, fire, wind. The four colors are from the same school, and no one will let go.
