The setting sun, gentle breeze, cloudless, Qingzhi Mountain.
A swordsman has fluttering clothes and a sword at his waist. The scabbard is somewhat worn, as if it has experienced vicissitudes of life. His eyes were blurred as he stared at the distant sunset, silent...
A swordsman with superb martial arts skills who suddenly disappeared from the world ten years ago reappeared. Why did he go into seclusion, and why did he reappear? Will there be another bloody storm in the world?
Where are the rivers and lakes? The heart is the biggest world.