The wind and snow of Kongji Sect never stops all year round, and the seven direct disciples are like seven sharp blades, bathing in the frost together.
Reunited with an old acquaintance, he was silent for her, all his debts and preferences were hidden in his eyes for half his life.
Ignorance quietly takes root, some people keep watch, while others restrain themselves and hide it deeply.
The three deities teach day and night, trying to help everyone break free from the shackles of fate, but the past catastrophes are like gangrene attached to the bones, and they are ultimately difficult to overcome.
Practicing day and night, misunderstandings arise secretly, and worries pile up in my heart.
On the day when the mountain gate collapsed, all seven blades were broken, and no one in this world was perfect.
Concept: Using a blade as a metaphor for a person, a group of young people trapped by fate die side by side in the frost.
