Seeing this ancient sword with stars engraved on its face and mountains and rivers on its back slowly stabbing into my ribs, I was filled with fear. I opened my mouth to say something, but was choked by the coldness in my chest.
The moonlight was shining outside the window, the red candle flames were dancing lightly, everything was so dreamy. With trembling hands, she lifted the blood-red hijab, her makeup covered with tears.
"Su Zhuo, I'm sorry for..."
But I burst into tears, and I fell into the tenderness in my dream, the red blood soaked in the red couch, so enchanting.
……
The emperor was powerless to restore the fragmented Zhou Dynasty. The princes are fighting for hegemony, and wars are rising everywhere.
A legendary sword, engraved with all the vicissitudes of life, was forged by King Yu.
According to legend, his method covers the heaven and the earth, and whoever wins the sword will win the world.
The story begins here.
I am Su Zhuo.