After a long separation, there is prosperous sadness everywhere. The epiphyllum is gone, and the wash of blood and killing has diluted the last touch of magic. The martial arts myth that could have been achieved has also been stranded in the vicissitudes of life. The promises once made have long been covered by dust, and the past of each other has also been buried in the yellow sand. The dream I chased in my early years was just a drop in the ocean, and the waves of it had already been wiped out in the rolling dust of the world. Looking back, I can see that the oath that I still insisted on has followed something and fled to another country. The beautiful love has fallen in the old city, and the prosperity and desolation are indistinguishable. Now in vain, holding on to boundless regret, chewing on the smoke and clouds of the past, making it clear again and again after being blurred in the heart. The scars of the heartbroken person appear unusually abrupt in the dark night. I can only look at it blankly, but I no longer know what kind of voice to comfort. The sweetness of the past life only resulted in strangers in this life, and we never knew each other! Wave your hand to wipe away the past and fulfill your long-cherished wish... The legend that once became a good story is now only a remnant...
One is a quasi-pavilion master who enters the world alone, a rich girl who runs away from home, a master with melancholy eyes and an unknown identity, and a runaway young lady who wants to stay away from the world. Several obsessions and conspiracies are entangled in love and resentment...
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