[A short story with an emphasis on ancient martial arts]
In the eyes of Jianghu people, a person is just a symbol and has only one face.
But there is no clear line between black and white. Good thoughts and evil thoughts are just momentary thoughts. People often wander in the gray area. Good people may not be perfect, and evil people may do good things.
How does the feared leader of the Demon Cult find his place?
What is the purpose of the mysterious priest?
All these entanglements originate from an unknown heroine.
And who is that perspective silently overlooking all this?
Concept: People are often not what the world thinks they are