I Run a Bookshop, So Why Are You Messing with Me?

On South Street in Qingwu City, there's an old bookstore.

The shopkeeper, Chen Xian, spends his days airing out books, drinking tea, and sleeping. Life is peaceful.

Until one day, a blood-soaked female sword cultivator crashes through the door.

Pursuers stomp down the street outside, their killing intent pressing down on the whole city.

Chen Xian looks at the floor he just finished cleaning and stays silent for a long time.

"I run a bookstore."

"Why are you dragging me into this?"