
About This Novel
Xiang Chaoge left, leaving the small town where he had lived for fifteen years, taking only the rusty knife named A Li with him. Three years ago, he sent away his biggest enemy in his life, but today, no one saw him off. The setting sun stretched his back very long, just like the lone wolf on the Saibei grassland. He could only move forward alone. Perhaps the only time he stopped was death...
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