This story has no prominent romance and no couples. There are two male leads.
This is the story of an obscure young man from the martial world who takes the number-one sect leader along on his adventures.
The new master of Xingyue Manor has not shown his face since taking over. Rumor has it that his hundred consecutive victories back in the day were a sham, and that he is actually talentless, afraid he will be exposed if he appears in public. Only Bai Xiaoyu knows that the new master's absence has nothing to do with whether he has any skill...
The dream was dim, until a beam of light broke through.
“Xiaobai!” A familiar voice rang out beside Bai Xiaoyu's ear.
The person crouched beside him, backlit. Their voice seemed distant, sometimes murmuring from the ends of the earth, sometimes ringing right beside his ear.
Bai Xiaoyu tried to make out the voice, forcing his eyes open to see who was in front of him.
But that damned light was simply too bright, and the person kept standing with their back to it, refusing to move.
“Come over here...” Bai Xiaoyu pleaded, his voice choked with tears.
“Xiaobai!” The person paid him no mind, only calling his name over and over. “Xiaobai...”
Bai Xiaoyu grew frantic, desperate to sit up and see who it was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a muscle.
“Xiaobai...”
Bai Xiaoyu burned with rage and swung his palm as hard as he could...
