The Tianxuan Continent is a world where martial strength reigns supreme and the strong are kings. Sects stand everywhere, powerful families hold sway, and ancient ruins lie hidden across the land, drawing countless people in pursuit of power.
At this moment, Ye Qingyun was lying in a desolate wood, completely bewildered. Unfamiliar memories kept surfacing in his mind, as if someone had forcibly stuffed a past that wasn't his into his head.
“I... transmigrated?” Ye Qingyun struggled to his feet and brushed the fallen leaves off his clothes, cursing under his breath. “If I had to transmigrate, couldn't I at least get a Long Aotian protagonist's script? What kind of setup is this, being the useless young master of the Ye family?”
