Everyone thinks Xia Yan is a fragile, useless weakling, but they have no idea that pure evil runs through his veins.
Xia Yan is a beauty drawn into an infinite game. Delicate and frail, with an air of brokenness about him, he seems like the kind of cannon fodder who won’t survive three days. Everyone is waiting for news of his death, mocking him as nothing but a pretty face with no substance.
But nobody knows how much he loves this blood-soaked game. Those who once looked down on him and ridiculed him all end up as works of art in his hands, skinned and deprived of their eyes. He is no fragile white lotus, but a bloodthirsty man-eating flower, baring razor-sharp fangs the moment its prey draws near.
Then, in one dungeon after another, he repeatedly crosses paths with Lin Shen, a man so powerful he is almost grotesque. One is an unhinged, devoted puppy; the other, a sickly villain. Their meeting is destined to be an abyss colliding with an abyss, a celebration of evil by evil.
This is a feast where everyone is wicked. When Lin Shen, the unhinged, devoted pursuer, meets Xia Yan, the sickly, wicked beauty and receiver, watch them dance through a blood-red game and paint the world with the most extreme madness, in a story where neither has eyes for anyone else.
