Qian Li secretly cultivated a voodoo - this voodoo eats five poisons and drinks essence and blood. When the voodoo became mature, Wuyou Valley suddenly encountered disaster.
For this reason, Qian Li decided to leave the valley alone and broke into the "jianghu" she had heard about since she was a child.
Step by step, those martial arts masters, famous heroes and hermits that others had heard about gradually appeared. She held a sharp blade in her hand to fight, but found that she was being swallowed by a fog...
She never accepts fate or bows her head.
She believed that the thick fog under the light of the sword would eventually be blown away by the breeze.
"The longer a sword is sharpened in the turbulent rivers and lakes, the more aura will be wrapped around the sword. The tenderness of the world, the struggle for life and death, intrigues, laughter, blood and tears can all forge a sword, and only such a sword can become a real sword."
Concept: Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes
