Fengxingjianqi

When Ding Feng left Mobei, he looked back at Bailian Mountain and was filled with emotion. When he arrived in Mobei in late autumn last year, he never imagined that the past that had been sealed for many years would stir up such a bloody storm in the world of Mobei. In the world of swords and swords, love, hate and grudges, there is no shortage of stories. When the truth is revealed, the ending is no longer important, and the people involved have already lost their way. The prodigal, the wine, the friends, the world remains the same.