Sanli Qingfeng Sanchi Sword

In that cycle of warmth and coldness, there were several breezes from willows and rain and snow from banana trees. The traces of the past have been scattered, and the entire world of mortals has been desolate. The past is like smoke, but it is not exclusive to any one person. Time will not stop, and what cannot be grasped is the past. The passing years are like bubbles and dreams, but they carry all the joys, sorrows and joys of that period, and it is difficult to forget...