Wielding a Blade, Heading West

“I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have any great ambitions. I only want to grow old, slowly, in the village where I was born and raised.”

Qin Chuan lay atop a small hill of corpses, gazing at the sky as he murmured.

The wind brushed his face. He missed his mother. He wanted to see her one more time, just once….

A drop slid down his face. He couldn't tell if it was sweat or a tear…