A Cold Blade Shines on a Lonely City

Snow falls on the lonely city, and the night is as dark as ink.

I stand atop the city wall, gripping the blade that has been with me for ten years. It has no name, only blood.

Ten years ago, the Gu family was wiped out. Kneeling before my parents’ bodies, I swore to make everyone involved pay.

The first person I killed was the steward from back then. He wept before me, and I didn’t even blink.

The second was the sect master. He begged for mercy, and I didn’t blink then either.

Even today, I am still killing.

People in the martial world call me cold-blooded. I don’t care.

They don’t understand that some blood can only be washed away with more blood.

It’s just… that time, I nearly died in Xie Wujiu’s trap.

It was she, Su Ningshuang, who stopped my bleeding with silver needles.

Her hands were steady, her gaze gentle, but I could see the blade hidden behind that gentleness.

I had planned to kill her to avoid trouble later.

But she looked at me as if I were a wounded man, not a killer.

After that, my blade seemed to grow a little dull.

I told myself it was only temporary.

But when she took that sword strike for me, I finally understood:

My life no longer belonged to me alone.

No matter how vast the martial world is, I will protect only her.

Even if it means making an enemy of the whole world