The white clothes floated past, leaving behind his face, and the sword was like bamboo. At that moment, everything seemed to be an illusion. The man's face was very delicate, like a woman's. Looking into his eyes, the black but shining light, the faint smile was cruel. The sword seemed to be a decoration, but Nanri had forgotten that no matter how fine a sword is, it is a weapon that can hurt people, and no matter how beautiful a person is, they may not be as good as they appear.