[Hot-blooded] [Group portrait] [Relaxing imagination]
When someone else's sword is unsheathed, it is either a magic weapon or a magic blade.
Lu Qingyan's sword was a salted fish when it was unsheathed.
For twenty years, every time I drew my sword, it was a salty fish. He was going crazy with this salted fish.
Until he was surrounded by three six-legged heart-eating beasts on the edge of the cliff, and he drew out his sword——
A pure white long sword with eight trigrams as its handle and a glow like flames.
"It turns out that my sword is not a salted fish."
"It's just waiting for an opportunity."
Six major tribes, six completely different systems: Xihai where money is paramount, Lava where military industry builds the country, Mizuma where blood is respected, Gusen where inaction governs, Feng Shuo where military dictatorship reigns, and Glory where Confucian virtue governs.
Every tribe hides falsified truths.
Lu Qingyan led a group of teammates with different personalities on the road to collect seals. He thought it was an easy journey until he discovered—
This continent was fake from the beginning.
"Master said, don't trust anyone's memory. Including his own."
"Now, I know why."
