The insertion of the Moon Sect among the four major sects turned out to be the arrangement of the Hundred Sects. A war was hidden by the smoke of gunpowder. The newly appointed sect masters are at a loss what to do. The grudges and disputes between the previous sect masters have spread to this day. Who can cut them off...
"It's my first time to clean up the mess. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Concept: The smoke of gunfire is everywhere in this world. Is it for love or for righteousness?