Wuxia: the World Is Too Noisy, but I Insist on Listening

At the gate of Luoyang City, the clerk asked three questions as usual. "Name?" "Wang Zhaoye." "Master?" "Han Tingxue." The pen tip suddenly stopped. Three years ago, Han Tingxue died on a snowy night carrying the name of a traitor. Now his apprentice carried the Hanyu Sword on his back and entered Luoyang with great swagger. Wang Zhaoye actually just wanted to find out one thing. What happened that year? Because after Han Tingxue died, what he hated most was that someone kept it from him. So over the years, he practiced swordsmanship and listening. Listen to the wind, listen to the sword, and listen to the unsaid things in people's words. But when he really started to listen to this Jianghu, he discovered—— Some voices have been buried for many years.