In taverns and teahouses across the land, one could always hear storytellers rapping their clappers as they spun tales of spirited young men who sang, drank, mounted white horses, and made a name for themselves across the realm.
The storytellers' tales were carefree and thrilling, stirring countless passionate souls to brave every hardship and venture into the martial world.
But when they actually entered that world, what they saw was nothing like the storytellers had described.
On one side was the beautiful, enchanting dream spun by the storytellers; on the other was the cruelty of reality, as brutal as a hell of slaughter.
He had understood the martial world and all the ways of the world from childhood. He entered the martial world for the sake of an old affair from twenty years ago that had once shaken it to its core. He would devote his entire life to it, seeking only to right a wrong and avenge the dead.
He relied on calculating human nature and wielding an iron fist.
In just a few years, he eliminated every enemy he had in the martial world. And as he destroyed his enemies, he also personally “sent off” the friends he claimed to have.
The only one left at his side was her, a woman whose heart held nothing but hatred, just like his.
But from the very beginning, she had approached him with ulterior motives, and she could betray him at any moment...
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