Piaoxuelou, Minzhiyu, the vast sea is like an illusion.
Jianghu - the warmth and moisture of tears, or the fragrance of blood.
A peerless woman as red as blood, a proud son of heaven as bright as snow, a mysterious and silent killing gate... ... The blood behind her is deep... ... His dream - mysterious and ordinary... ...
Slowly tear apart Kyushu's figure and hear the blood fall.
When the snow starts, who doesn't smell the fragrance?