In the boundless chaos of Jianghu, the battle between good and evil is like an eternal beacon, scorching the years.
Lin Yu, like an unruly wind, shuttled freely through this bloody storm. She loved the smooth feeling of the strong wine in her throat, and she loved even more the cold gleam of the long sword in the moonlight. To her, the distinction between good and evil is nothing but a yoke imposed by the world. She only believes in the scale in her own heart.
The two factions of good and evil are like two opposing tiger and wolf armies, at war with each other.
Lin Yu had a cynical smile on his lips, watching the storm that was about to break out with cold eyes. She rubbed the hilt of the sword in her hand, as if she was waiting for something, and as if she was weighing the delicate balance of justice in this dispute.
And this turbulent meeting, just like the ruthless hand of fate, pushed her life to one unexpected abyss and peak after another...
Intention: Bystanders no longer watch, join the world and stir up the world of mortals