A clueless, supremely powerful female Sword Sovereign VS a mute servant with a strong body, a tireless work ethic, and a soft spot for the heroine
Gong Fuhua, Sword Sovereign of the Wuyou Sect, was once a legend of the martial world.
With her black hair and white robes, she could send her flying sword soaring through the sky and cleave the sun and moon in two. Everyone said her Wuyou Sword Art had reached its pinnacle, and that no one in a hundred years would match her achievements.
She stood at the highest peak of Wuyou Mountain, drinking the morning dew and looking down on all living things.
But then Wuyou Mountain was besieged by villains. The legendary Sword Sovereign, her clothes soaked in blood, fell from a cliff.
No one noticed that on the day Gong Fuhua fell, a tall man in ragged clothes ran out.
After who knew how many days, the man carried a bloodied figure, like a rag doll, out of the dense forest.
They crossed mountains, swamps, and deserts...
+++The man is called a mute servant, but he isn't mute. He just doesn't talk much.
He has a tough constitution. He'll do any work that pays, whether it's heavy labor or fighting, without even a groan.
But he is also soft-hearted. Even when the woman is crippled, with every limb and tendon broken, and her temper grows increasingly violent, he always kneels silently and lets her take her anger out on him.
He seeks out doctors and medicine for her, helps her heal, and watches her stand once more at the pinnacle of the world.
Gong Fuhua lowered her eyes to look at the man on the ground. "You helped me through a crisis. What do you wish for? I will grant it."
The man's tall frame bent slightly. "This servant wishes for nothing."
Gong Fuhua offered him a choice. "You could be the second most powerful person on Wuyou Mountain, with a fine residence, beautiful companions, and countless treasures. Would you like that?"
The man replied, "This servant does not wish for it."
Gong Fuhua pondered for a long while. The tip of the Bright Moon Sword lifted the man's rough chin. She watched as the blade cut his chin and a bead of blood welled from the wound.
Gong Fuhua's eyes were calm. "You're not that ugly. Would you like to join me in bed, then?"
The man fell silent.
After a long while, he said softly, "This servant will do as his mistress wishes."
Theme: After the clouds clear, the moon will shine.
