At the end of the Sui dynasty, the empire was battered by turmoil, and the people were plunged into misery. The emperor was a bandit, the noble clans were bandits, and even ordinary folk were bandits. The realm was turned upside down, the people were suffering, rebels were everywhere, and the world was in chaos. In such troubled times, heroes were rising everywhere. Why shouldn't a great man take up a three-foot sword and achieve an unprecedented feat? This is also my first book on Feilu. I'm recording it here, and hope everyone will give it lots of support!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
