[Introduction to the work]
Li Xuanhu, the swordsman who retired from the world, set up a sesame seed stall in Qixia Town, just wanting to live a stable life by the fire. The leader of the martial arts alliance visited the thatched cottage three times and was unable to invite him, but the young master of the demon sect overturned his stall.
The old man silently picked up the dusty sesame cakes and only asked: "Young man, didn't your father teach you to respect the elderly and love the young?"
Three days later, the Demon Sect's main altar was split in half with a sword, and the leader hung the flagpole high. When the leader of the Wulin Alliance asked tremblingly why he made an exception, the old man in an apron was flipping the browned sesame cakes:
"The fire wouldn't go out—so I carried the stove on my back."
A fire roasts the fireworks of the world; a sword cuts down monsters and monsters. When an old friend's token quietly appears, the silent world becomes turbulent again. This time, where will his biscuit stove burn?
