The Nameless Jianghu

In this vast martial world, where should I go? I hold a sword and keep walking forward.

The people I meet, the things I see, the bewildering past, the road ahead I cannot make out: is it an abyss or a haze?

Wu Ming does not know. He only knows that behind him stands a group of brothers who would lay down their lives for him, along with an uncle who is cold on the outside but warm at heart.

Even if the road ahead is rough, even if it is hard to find, he grips the sword in his hand and sweeps everything away with a single stroke.

At last, he stands at the end of the road, bearing a heavy responsibility and looking down on the invaders!

Wherever my sword points is my homeland.