Hanyong

Lin Yong, who came down from the mountain at the age of sixteen, once thought that Jianghu was just a matter of pleasure and enmity in a storybook. Until he was full of passion, what he got in exchange was the sect's intolerance, the righteous pursuit, and the tragic death of his best friend. He once used his sword to fight injustice, but saw with his own eyes that the village that protected him was reduced to scorched earth; he once firmly believed in chivalry, but found that his sect, which he respected as a god, had long been a stumbling block in the devil's path. In this world where the dynasty is ruthless, the righteous path is hypocritical, and the devil is treacherous, kindness and ideals are both original sins. After ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the hot blood. But what if the blood is exhausted? From the mountains in the southwest to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, from the blue shirt holding a sword to the arrival of the black robe. The path Lin Yong walked was the path of blood feud between close friends, the path of confidant's collapse of faith, and the path of madness for companions to escape their fate. When they work together to shake up this unfair world, they realize that everyone is just a pawn in a larger chess game. When the last glimmer of youthful spirit extinguished, what was left was only the ruthlessness of treating all things like a humble dog, and the city planning to wipe out all the people. This is a story about how an idealist is forced to become the person he hates most in the cruel reality. If the right path does not exist, then I will become a devil.