Drinking from the Horse, Gazing Toward Home

[A mortal body forged into sainthood, unrivaled physical arts, the Myriad Worlds, decisive and merciless]

He waters his horse on the road of no return, his soul broken on the Terrace of Longing for Home.

The Primordial Five Stages, the Eight Ancient Martial Meridians. Once a humble farmer from the mountains, he left home carrying the hopes of his entire village, never imagining that he would become the heir to a forbidden land as soon as he left. He can be a little silly at times, but he’s a good person.