He comes and goes like the wind, shuttling through the rivers, lakes and countries. His purple clothes and a pair of purple eyes charm the world. He was the savior of two generations of martial arts leaders, and the acquaintance of the genius doctor Wen Yue. He is graceful and luxurious, he is spotless, he is as delicate as a flower. He yearns for the blue sky, the rivers and lakes, and the carefree life. However, these are just dreams, a dream of chasing the sky... But he has been doing it for so many years. Is it luxury or stupidity?
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