The waning moon shines on the solitary front, and the floating life reflects the way of swordsmanship.
Thousands of years of catastrophe have been overturned, and the rivers, lakes and temples are full of chess games.
Luo Xuan carried his sword and walked through the wind and snow in the world. He didn't want to be reduced to a chess piece in the world, so he chopped up the floating sky with an inch blade.
