A naturally gifted bow spirit who has just taken human form and entered the mortal world X A black-robed swordsman of mysterious origins, whose whereabouts are unknown X A handsome young man from one of the four great families of the ancient capital, who trades on the black market X The mysterious and unfathomable villainous Shadow Cult
My true form, the Ling Shu Bow, was stolen by a mysterious person. I had no choice but to enter the mortal world and its martial underworld to retrieve it as soon as possible.
After a series of strange and uncanny events, a conspiracy spanning a thousand years gradually comes to light...
The mind takes from itself, and illusion becomes a method of illusion. When the final dust settles, may the sky clear after the rain.
Theme: To meet and understand, to yearn and part. A thousand years pass in a blink, a dream of a fleeting life.
