Sword Intent Tongxuan

An ordinary kid next door, an ordinary person's second life. In Mobei, the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet. In the south of the Yangtze River, I can still hear the maids singing about the flowers in the backyard. A green young man picks up leaves by the river and enjoys the autumn waves all over the world. Why? Just because the sword in his hand has profound meaning.