Young Master of Xinyue Family

The moon is high in Qingcheng Mountain and the clouds are flying, and the harrier spreads its wings to thousands of miles of wind. The domineering sword came out with a smile, and all the broken jade tiles were in the palm of his hand. Ten years of ups and downs have taken place in the world, and I cannot speak of being a king or a bandit. Love, hate, and hatred are revealed, who knows whether it is good or evil!