Human life flies by like a fleeting moment. Some people cherish their lives and live in vain, while others die generously.
Seventeen years ago, Xiao Xingchen first arrived at Luodeng Tower. At that time, he didn't know how vast the world was.
Wan Qing seventeen years ago was a dying person.
Lang Huan's sword is unparalleled, Lin Qinghe's life-seeking spear is the best in all nine states, Chu Linlang looks coldly at the hustle and bustle of the world, and Jiang Muye's pursuit of truth is just like An's fatal ambition to die.
Their grace has remained in this turbulent era, perhaps leaving a few words behind them, attracting a startling glance from future generations among the green lanterns and yellow scrolls, or they may be like claws in the snow and mud, no matter how hard they are to be traced.
I am not very good at writing, so I just hope to find like-minded people through words. If you can be moved by words, you must have a soft place in your heart. We are the same.