Every time I draw a sword, I forget someone.
The first time, I forgot to pass the drink to my boss.
The second time, I forgot about the senior brother who blocked my sword.
The third time, I forgot about the woman kneeling in the snow, crying and begging me not to leave her.
I am Xiao Wujiu. The abandoned son of Jian Zong was the most perfect "sacrifice" in the eyes of his biological father. He has raised me for twenty-two years, just to refine me into a key to fill the crack in the heaven.
Until I discovered that my biological mother was also the patch that he pushed down with his own hands.
I practice swordsmanship to cut off causes, cut off causes and effects, cut off memories, and cut off bonds. I thought that as long as I didn't care about anything, I would never lose anything again.
But that woman whom I forgot time and time again tied her life to my scabbard.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, I will remember it for you."
Now, Jian Zong wants me to die. Tianshu Academy wants me to be a swordsman. One hundred thousand innocent souls howled day and night under the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
I only have one sword in my hand.
In the scabbard, there is a person who can disappear at any time.
This time, I choose to remember.
Even if the cost is eternal destruction.
Reader comments
The writing is good and the hooks are sufficient. I jumped into this trap willingly.
It's so beautiful that I'm heart-wrenching. Author, please update it soon!
The writing is good and the hooks are sufficient. I jumped into this trap willingly.
It's so beautiful that I'm heart-wrenching. Author, please update it soon!