Under the bright moon, Silver Wolf spurted out his last mouthful of blood, staining Luo Zhi's sword edge. The dazzling sword light gradually lost the sharpness he should have had. Several years later, in the cold wind, Luo Zhi's sword broke. The harsh metal roar announced her death. The giant beast in front of her slowly spit out seven words, "My name is - Yin Jiao." A few more years passed, and Yin Jiao's huge body fell heavily. The cold wind was biting, and a huge iceberg melted...
Intention: Being willful is a mistake, but inaction is even worse