The Chixiao Kingdom has fallen, and the entire Xiao family’s manor is drenched in blood. Carrying the royal family’s secret scriptures, Xiao Zhan escapes through the burning city with his arm around Hongxiao, his close maid, whose bodice hangs half open. When he reaches the lands of the Western Continent, he has only two things on his mind: the cinnabar mole on the beauty’s chest, trembling with every step in his arms, and the suggestive curve of the Ironblade City tavern sign swaying in the wind. Who could have guessed that this “boorish Oriental,” with his knotted muscles and habit of pinching his maid’s bottom as he speaks, would one day make the entire Aofalan Continent tremble beneath his dragon scales and his manhood?
