Ten years have gone by, too many to count.
They could no longer look back. A contract broke the madness, the hesitation, the clinging, the despair of that year...
The blood-ink dragon and phoenix, who were in the cold world and turned the clouds and rain hand in hand, lost something in this world...
The two people became strangers in an instant, and the desolation created by that snowy night has long been overturned.
Jianghu, what is it...
Is it an extremely cold rain, or is it sadness that falls like snow without a trace.
However, the rivers and lakes are just a desolate strange road, which annihilates persistence.