The young disciples grow old in the martial world, and memories of the past fill them with sorrow.
“If you think the martial world is all about carefree pleasure, fighting and killing, and doing whatever you please, then you can't call yourself a person of the jianghu.” The young man in crimson robes sat atop a tall tower, his sleeves fluttering gracefully.
With a long sword slung over his shoulder, the youth smiled carefree. Wherever his blade passed, an awe-inspiring righteousness rose three zhang from the ground, beating the bandit until his head was bloodied and he fled with his arms over his head.
The man in black folded his arms and smiled faintly. “Qi Xiao, come here. There's blood on your face. Let me wipe it off.”
This is a romance about a kind, chivalrous, spirited young man and a scheming head of the secret guards from a prominent family, childhood friends (crossed out) who grow up together.
The author is a science student with complicated feelings and poor writing skills. Please be understanding.
