Ten years ago, Xie Wujiu was the best swordsman in the world, and he could freeze fourteen states with one sword.
Ten years later, he was sitting in a wheelchair and making a living selling liquor in a border town. Even a third-rate master could kick him to the ground.
Everyone thought he was useless.
Including himself.
Until Shen Jinghong, the young master of the Demon Cult who was being chased by Zhengdao, crashed into his tavern covered in blood, grabbed his neck, and sneered: "Xie Wujiu, stop pretending - you still have your sword hidden, right?"
Xie Wujiu raised his eyes and saw the young man standing covered in blood, his eyes burning with desperate ambition and madness.
He suddenly smiled.
"Why hide it? I'm a useless person. Young hero thinks highly of me."
Later, Shen Jinghong discovered that this "waste man" could easily save his life in desperate situations every time, and every time he said the most deadly words in the most careless tone.
Later, Shen Jinghong pushed him against the wall and gritted his teeth: "How many other things have you hidden from me?"
Xie Wujiu raised his hand and slowly wiped away the blood on his face, smiling softly but not wanting to be beaten:
"Not much. Just - the whole world."
Intention: Even if you are in a desperate situation and crushed by fate, you can still stand up again with your unyielding will and hidden edge. Real strength is not to never fall, but to still have the courage to look up at the stars and the ability to protect the ones you love after falling into the abyss. Two people who have been abandoned by the world redeem each other, serve as each other's swords, and finally break all the shackles and regain their own dignity and world.