The wind blew again, and the flute sounded like a tide.
In all directions, every ray of moonlight is as gentle as water, jumping and flowing with the sound of flute.
Walking to songs, blood rushes.
The black blade was filled with wet moonlight, emitting a chill that penetrated the heart in the dark night.
One is a wanderer dressed in white as snow.
One is a cold-blooded killer dressed in black as night.
When the two confront each other, what kind of entanglements will arise, and what kind of bloody storm will be set off in the world.
For details, please see "Playing the Flute to Attract the Phoenix".