Dust Li, bordered by the barren wilderness to the south, amidst mountain forests and rolling hills.
The night rain is cold and quiet, a desolate and solemn wind rustles the sea of trees.
A scattered night rain shrouded the world with the dim night, the silhouette of distant mountains intermittently visible under the brilliance of thunder, like silent giants standing at the edge of the sky, their oppressive presence making it hard to breathe.
In the dilapidated temple amidst the mountains and forests, the firelight trembled faintly, its reddish glow like dimming blood, filling the entire hall.
Inside the temple, a martial artist, a merchant, an old man, a physician, four people with different attire, appearances, and statures, all bore the same expressionless faces, either holding weapons or curled up in their coats, warily watching the other three, silently sitting or lying by the flickering bonfire.
