Blood Prison Jianghu

A baby delivered to the Wu Wang Mansion on a snowy day, who is he

Behind a colossal conspiracy lie countless shameless faces

The infant has finally grown up, and it has taken ten years of soul-searching to forge a sword.

The youth sings wildly, the fragrance of rouge.

Snow my hatred, love what I love

When the rivers and lakes turn into a blood prison, even the Buddha wields a butcher's knife

Having endured the darkest of times, one is reborn through a process of transformation

With a heart full of passion, I seek vengeance and justice, staining the blade with blood, dedicating my fervor to heaven and earth

Iron bones stand tall, heroes have no regrets; good and evil will eventually be repaid in the cycle of life.

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Ignite the embers of martial arts, and revive the passionate rivers and lakes! Reclaim the dreams of heroes, and rewrite the entanglements of love and hatred

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