The Cicadas' Song Bids Farewell To The Setting Sun.
READING AGE 18+
[Martial Arts + Swordsmanship + Political Intrigue + Cunning + Comedy + Multiple Protagonists] The world's affairs are a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces. One plays black, the other white. Some have double pupils, coldly observing the mortals, turning the world upside down with a wave of their hand. Some are gentle and refined, their schemes intricately linked. Some, with the talent of a second-rank cultivator, enter the realm of martial arts in one step, achieving enlightenment in a single step, setting off a dozen meteors from outer space like fireworks. Some have righteous swordsmanship, yet walk the path of a lone hero... Some weep bitterly, some laugh heartily. A young man with a wooden sword at his waist emerges from a secluded paradise, observing this mundane world, observing the martial arts world.
Falling leaves suddenly herald autumn, cicadas sing as the sun sets in the west. Hello
, Immortal Hero!
Unfold
The Inn.
The stars had disappeared, leaving only a faint, sliver of a bright moon hanging in the sky. The thick night was accompanied by howling gusts of wind.
Ning Bufan lay on the roof, his eyes slightly narrowed, gazing up at the moon's shadow, which seemed like a flickering candle in an endless aby……
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