He could have made a name for himself across the land.
Ten years at the bottom of a cliff taught him a miraculous art that turns his bones into blades. After coming down from the mountain, he hid himself in Lin’an’s escort agency, placing sixty-sixth in the rankings for five years straight. The good assignments never went to him, and he couldn’t afford the expensive weapons.
Then a secret assignment landed in his lap.
He was forbidden to ask the name of the person he was escorting, while the assassins came at him in wave after wave. A short blade against heavy armor, one man holding off an iron cavalry charge: a new name began to spread through the martial world, Red Flame. But the farther north he traveled, the less he dared look back toward Lin’an. There were words he had left unsaid fifteen years ago, and someone he had never dared to see again.
He is a master who keeps his edge hidden, finding a way to counter every move even in the direst situations. He has buried peerless martial arts in his bones for the sake of protecting one small thing, one person...
