People say heroes emerge in troubled times, but heroes grow strong by stepping over countless corpses. Who would care about the lowly masses, as insignificant as ants, whose names are not even preserved in history, or listen to their stories of blood and tears? In these chaotic times, Ye Xiao, a noble young man, is no different. He wears a white robe that he refuses to let even the slightest speck of dust soil, and carries a three-foot sword that he has no intention of staining with even a drop of blood. But though I do not kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren dies because of me. Who can escape the tribulations of fate?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
