This is a whisper that is not picked up by the sound of swords and swords like the roar of the wind.
"I'm afraid you won't believe me. I've been ill-willed towards you since the day you wandered over Qingyue Lake."
"You..."
"How am I doing?"
"Shameless."
※There is a plot of mutual identity, although it is very subtle.
Intention: Go to a water-poor place and use your backhand knife to split the mountain and divert the water.