One year ago,
Jiang Xiao Shou asked his master, "Master, Master, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Sha Lan gave him a sidelong look. "A weakling."
Jiang Xiao Shou took tiny steps, wiping his tears, and went to ask Senior Brother Lu Zi Kuang. "Brother Kuang, what kind of person do you think I am?"
Senior Brother Lu snapped, "An idiot."
Jiang Xiao Shou nearly choked, then clutched the eldest senior brother's sleeve and sobbed, "Eldest Senior Brother, you... um... you... well... you... um... think..."
Shang Xiao Gong tenderly stroked his wife's head. "Soft and adorable."
One year later,
As Jiang Xiao Shou grins ferociously amid the hellscape of a human world strewn with corpses and running with blood, will anyone still think this guy is a weakling, an idiot, and soft and adorable?
If you take the blurb too seriously, you've already lost.
P.S. This is absolutely not a fluffy beginner's novel.
