(The further you read, the better it gets. The story really takes off after chapter twenty.)
(Wuxia + no System + slow-paced + intelligent villains)
A boy should have been carefree, yet he finds himself amid a world laid waste.
Those who cared for him leave one after another, leaving the boy all alone. Where can he go from here?
Will he be the butcher or the meat? Does he have a future, or is he headed down a road of no return?
Disaster strikes.
The seventh day of the seventh month.
The Emperor dies in a pool of wine.
Life in the mountains is nearly extinguished, and there seems to be no way out.
Longing, ah... Once love takes root, it runs deep. Better to die than regret it.
The boy knows what he likes, but has yet to understand love.
When will longing bear fruit? The daylight fades, and all is clear.
(The blurb doesn't do it justice. Please head over to the story itself (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡)
Qing: If I hadn't been able to beat you, you would have been stabbed to death by my two shots. Wei Nanfeng: You guys are really getting better every year, which makes me very angry.