The March wind in the south of the Yangtze River was blowing thin willow trees. Song Fang, as a shrewd businessman, all he wanted was a sword. Until the death of the Su family, he never took the young master into his heart. How could I imagine that ten years later, Chun will be old, and the sword will return to the world with its owner, and things will change and people will change.
Only one side,
A lifetime has been lost since then.