Wu qing
Wu Qing, the edge of the sword under the moonlight. In the silence of the darkest night. Only the sound of soft breathing and a cold aura radiated from the body in the dark robe. Wu Qing stood atop the old pavilion, his eyes steadfastly looking down below, where injustice was screaming through the swords of the bullies. For others, "justice" may be a matter of the law itself, but for him, it is a drop of blood on the tip of a saber that must be exchanged decisively . "Do you say death is cold?" His low-pitched voice rose among the bandits. Before the enemy could catch his senses, a silver flash of light from his trusty sword shot through the air, like lightning cutting through the darkness. No hesitation. No mercy Every pose is perfection refined for one purpose... To end the grudge in silence .
About Wu qing
Wu Qing, the edge of the sword under the moonlight. In the silence of the darkest night. Only the sound of soft breathing and a cold aura radiated from the body in the dark robe. Wu Qing stood atop the old pavilion, his eyes steadfastly looking down below, where injustice was screaming through the swords of the bullies. For others, "justice" may...Read more