Thousands of years ago, under the moonlight of a Yaochi, you would always call me "Heng Yue" softly.
Thousands of years later, we are at war with each other. Your eyes are full of fear of me, and you only want to call me "Black Wind Demon King"
Intention: The last dance of the Black Wind Demon King is wanton and fiery, seeming to burn out the injustice of this family.