The sword is always ruthless.
Flowers are always fragile.
So, what about the killer.
Is the killer as cold and ruthless as a sword, as fragile and easy to break as a flower?
Most killers are like this, but Meng San is different.
The little old man in his twenties and thirties, the ancient willow who came back from the dead, the evil cursed meteorite, the magic of the ancient alchemist, all of this seems to be getting more and more weird...
What will happen when spiritual energy and martial arts collide?
Meng San doesn't know, he only knows that the world will not be peaceful anymore, and he just wants to find his good friends to drink under the bright moon...
Intention: Xia