Wu Po Changsheng

A swordsman genius wakes up from a long sleep. For him, tens of thousands of years are just a dream, but for thousands of years, he is just a dust in time. Time flies, who knows whether the old friend or the old enemy will be. There are thousands of ways, but the human heart is unpredictable. In the turbulent years, do you go with the flow or go against the current? The light of the three-foot sword chases the wind and the moon. The road is long and the only companion is the sword. I seek support for my new book, even if it accumulates little by little, it will be my motivation to move forward.