Abandoning the sword like worn shoes, I want to return to the countryside. However, Jianghu affairs always make waves. When Lin Jiu threw the sword that had been with him for more than ten years into the river in front of Xiao Mo, he felt reluctance, melancholy, hatred, and determination in his heart. There is no mutual conspiracy, and she really wants to make a clean break with this blood-stained past. Unexpectedly, the sword is easy to hold but not easy to put down, just like there is no retreat in the world. Whether it was the sword, Jianghu, or Xiao Mo, they were not something she could give up unilaterally. A more extraordinary book, the Desolate Sword Chapter. Pushed by fate, we met again by the Lancang River... "It's been a long time to relax, hope you're back, Ajiu?"