A cold blade, a cold man.
Li Buyan transmigrated into a world of combined martial arts and became the most taciturn swordsman in the jianghu. He had no interest in conquest or supremacy. His only goal was to find his way home.
But the jianghu wouldn't leave him alone.
Guo Jing asked him to defend Xiangyang. He shook his head. “Not going.” The result: three hundred headless corpses appeared in the Mongol camp.
Chu Liuxiang invited him to steal a treasure. He waved him off. “I'm busy.” The next day, the Imperial Seal was tossed at the entrance to the Six Fan Gate.
Xiao Longnu asked if he would like to live in the ancient tomb. He turned away. “Too cold.” But he left behind a revised copy of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.
Rumor had it that the Cold Blade Swordsman's bed was always occupied by a different young woman, while no one ever survived his blade.
But nobody knew that every night, he muttered to the moon: “Where on earth do you buy high-speed rail tickets...?”
