His name is Xie Wujiu. Three years ago, he was the greatest genius of the Taiyan Sword Sect.
His sword bone was cut out and implanted in his senior brother. The sect told the outside world only this: injured in a calamity, cultivation crippled.
His master refused to sign the expulsion notice. That night, he went up to the third floor of the Sword-Suppressing Tower and never came back down.
Three years later, Xie Wujiu has become the lowest-ranked sword slave in the Sword Pool. His number is Xu-Seven. Barefoot, with iron chains around both wrists, he grinds swords and carries corpses. He has learned to smile ingratiatingly, to kneel, and to keep every debt in his heart without uttering a word.
Until a woman collecting swords slaps three superior spirit stones down on the steps and says she needs a pair of eyes that can get her into the inner sect.
His price: three spirit stones, and one answer.
The question he asks is: Which floor of the Hidden Sword Pavilion?
She answers: The third floor.
He stands perfectly still. Three years ago, he was carried out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion's third floor. He didn't die until they had carried him down the mountain.
It will take him three years to go from the Sword Pool to the inner sect. From the inner sect to that sword platform, he needs only one night.
The sword has returned. Now he will return, too.
