A wanderer in the martial world, where hearts are hard to fathom.
No matter how beautiful the scenery, nothing compares to a moment back home.
Ten years of childhood joy, then one day a stranger returns to his hometown.
The clash of blades took both his parents, leaving their only child to wander alone.
The martial world’s grudges must be settled within the martial world. Why borrow another’s blade?
After enduring every hardship life could offer, he slays his enemies to honor the souls of the dead.
In a single night, his hair turns white.
There is no turning back, no turning back.
One more soul joins the cycle of rebirth,
unable to bear the suffering of this world.
What I wrote was not a cool article, maybe my writing style was mediocre. I only knew that scenes of tragedy were unfolding in the book, and I couldn't stop it, just like none of us can stop reality.