C170 Recollection

The winds and clouds of this world rise up in our generation, as soon as we enter the martial arts world.

Hongtu is talking and laughing, not like a drunk life.

He wielded his sword and rode on top of the ghost rain. His bones were like mountain birds as they flew away in fright.

The people in this world were like tides of water, only the people in the martial arts world replied with a sigh