Fengyun Swordsman

Starting from Luoyang, heading east to the end of the land, the vast blue waves spread out in front of you. After setting sail and cutting through the waves for about 800 nautical miles, in a lonely place in the vast ocean, an island quietly emerged like an emerald forgotten by the world. This is no ordinary desert island. The island has lush trees and gurgling springs. It looks like a paradise, but it is home to a group of men and women gathered together by fate. The women on the island are in their early twenties, with innocent brilliance still remaining in their brows and eyes, and their figures are like willow branches in early summer, pliable and full of vitality. Their laughter would occasionally sound in the forest, like broken jade falling into a clear stream, but more often, a kind of deep confusion and tenacity would settle in the depths of their young eyes. The good years should have blossomed under the knees of parents and in the prosperous world, but now they are weaving a destiny that no one knows on this isolated island. The men on the island are slightly older, around thirty, with strong muscles and bones that can withstand the scorching sun and salty wind at sea. Their arms can pull heavy fishing nets, and their eyes are as sharp as eagles as they stare out over the horizon. The wind and frost of the years have given them steady strength, and also made them have deeper thoughts locked between their brows. On this day, a search boat came to the island...