The White Swordsman

Walk alone

Jiangnan.

Jin Long had arrived in Jiangnan a few hours ago, and now he was sipping his favorite wine in front of the pavilion. Accompanied by the cold night moon, Jin Long finished about three bottles in a few hours. There's no denying that wine has become his friend, there's no such thing as a hangover in Jin Long's dictionary. As the minutes passed, the atmosphere grew colder, and the night grew late. But Jin Long was still faithfully sitting in front of the terrace while looking up at the sky. Until a few seconds later, his eyes accidentally caught a flying figure wearing a white robe.

Soon the figure was standing to his right. Seeing this, Jin Long immediately turned his head, apparently the one who came was Fu Jiu. But what made Jin Long cringe was that Fu Jiu's appearance was far different from the Fu Jiu he had seen before. Fu Jiu is usually neatly dressed in red clothes, but this time he is wearing white clothes, like he is not himself. Moreover, the look on his face is not ple