This is not a story about a useless protagonist. His lazy eyes are as still as an ancient well, and no one can escape his perception. His left hand is stained with blood, and his sword is shrouded in the power of ghosts and gods. He walks over countless corpses, the souls of those slain by his peerless swordsmanship. No one can stop him on the path he walks. The sword in his hand cuts down every obstacle, while the beauties behind him offer their warmest embrace. His name is Liang Yue!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
