Wandering Through the Martial World

The wanderer's tassel sways in the wind, his Wu hook sword gleaming like frost. His silver saddle shines beneath a white horse, swift as a shooting star.

He kills one man every ten paces, and travels a thousand miles without leaving a trace. When his business is done, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, hiding his name and whereabouts.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.