Great Qin: The Broken Sword God

The sky was blue, with few clouds, and the blazing sun shone overhead.

The city remained as bustling as ever, with people coming and going along the streets. No matter how hot the weather got, the city's roads were always full of cars and pedestrians. Compared with this vast city, Zhao Qixie felt like an ant on a hot pan.

Today he wore the suit and leather shoes he'd bought just yesterday, and carried the briefcase his father had prepared for him. His naturally wavy hair had been trimmed short, and his regular features gave him a much more energetic look, as if all his former dejection had been swept away.

Of course, that was what Zhao Qixie's father said. He had never seen it that way himself.

Zhao Qixie thought he'd had a pretty good time over the past two years, at least, he'd been comfortable.

But...

People don't live only for themselves.

He'd spent two years drifting through life. Though, in his eyes, that wasn't drifting at all. He was simply living the way he wanted.

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