My Backer Is a Drunkard

He was once the emperor's sharpest blade, the chief of the Blackbird Guard.

With a Blackgold Firefly Spear in hand, he once pierced the former dynasty's imperial court to put the new ruler of Great Zhou on the throne. Once his usefulness was spent, his achievements became a threat to the throne. In a single night, all his brothers perished. Afflicted by a hidden ailment, he went from the nation's greatest weapon to a wanted criminal.

He scraped by in the streets, hiding beside a flatbread oven. His sworn elder brother's simple kindness brought him warmth, but also let him see the vile plot hatched by his sister-in-law and a powerful man's son. Just when he thought his days were numbered, the white-haired old man next door, who spent every day drunk, lifted his wine jug and grinned at him. "Kid, you're way too weak!"

From then on, the hidden dragon lay in wait, awaiting the return of wind and thunder. The former chief of the Shadow Guard would take up his spear and contend for the throne: who would rule this world?