There is an old book shop on Qingwu City South Street.
The shopkeeper Chen Xian posts books, drinks tea, and sleeps every day, and lives a very peaceful life.
Until that day, a female swordsman covered in blood crashed into the door.
The soldiers chasing outside the door trampled the long street, and the murderous atmosphere overwhelmed the city.
Chen Xian looked at the newly wiped floor and was silent for a long time.
"I own a bookstore."
"Why are you messing with me?"
