Xiao Zhao became the number one in the martial arts world, but there was no one around him, including friends, masters, enemies, and even the sword that Xiao Zhao once owned was gone. Late at night, Xiao Zhao looked at the reed flowers that bloom every autumn and recalled his twenty years in the world, but no one listened to him.
Poor writing, poor introduction, poor story, updated casually.
Intention: Disputes between rivers and lakes, a big dream