Wenjian Tianya

I saw more than a dozen horses running on the long street outside the store. The passengers on the horses were all dressed the same from head to toe. They wore long riding boots and gray cloth embroidered with gold threads. They had scimitars on their backs and long swords hanging on their waists. They were all strong and strong, with bright eyes. They were all practitioners. The horses sitting down had gray manes and white hooves. Although they had been deliberately whitewashed, they were innocuous and looked as if they were walking in the snow. They were so lively!

The more I write, the more chaotic it gets. There is no protagonist, no theme, the plot is confusing, and names appear one after another.