The wind rises from Luoyang City and ends at Yishan River.
The sea is vast on all sides, and the sky is changing; all directions suddenly gather, and heroes compete; in troubled times, swords roar across the sky. A series of complicated and confusing cases, the undercurrent hidden in peace reappears in the light of day, flowing endlessly, the darkness and the light meet, the bright hall is worrying, and the darkness is growing.
The sky was filled with ink. Cheng Feng looked at the inky sky that couldn't be melted away. His eyebrows were filled with gloom and he sighed repeatedly: "I've had a lot of nightmares these days, maybe it's an ominous call?" Cheng Feng rubbed the center of his brows, feeling extremely depressed.
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