Yuan Kong Jie

I am just an ordinary person, small and ordinary. Why should I raise my bloody blade to kill all living beings? I wander, I am lonely, I am afraid, I roar. If there are all kinds of justice, what does it have to do with me? But you are like the setting sun, shining on the red blood on my body without feeling melancholy. You travel through space again and again. It is just the shackles of my mission that urge me to move forward. It is not my true intention but I don't know why, leaving only a lonely back. I don't care about the vicissitudes of life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.