The Melody of Life and Death

In the far western continent, on the silvery coastline, the prison bars cut off the moonlight. Wan Xin·Ming Che—the last exile from the Eastern Dao Sect, awakened in shackles. When the footsteps of the knight in shining armor approached, he clutched the hidden sinan and five-color ribbon. Lin Ping Alfred - a young officer who was responsible for pursuing the truth about his brother's death, smelled a strange smell of blood while on duty at night. There was no fear in the eyes of this Eastern prisoner, but it reminded him of the calm look on his brother's face before he died. The sound of the tide was like a drum, and two men, each harboring secrets, faced off in the darkness.