In One Person's Eyes, Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers

At eighteen, Cui Chengsi missed his first chance to stand beside his eldest brother.

And so he survived.

That night, the defeated soldiers of the Wusheng Army returned. Of the more than a hundred members of the Cui family, only he and his eight-year-old little sister remained. Before he died, his eldest brother left him their grandfather’s sword and said just four words: “I’ll go ahead.”

The Cui family’s second son, a boy who only knew how to hide behind a window and watch, suddenly became the family’s only man.

With their grandfather’s official seal from the previous dynasty tucked against his chest, his eldest brother’s sword on his back, the old servant’s kitchen knife at his waist, and his trembling little sister in his arms, he headed south, walking into the chaos of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

He didn’t know how to take revenge or how to survive.

He only knew that from now on, he had to stand at the front.

This is not a hero’s story.

It is the story of someone who had no choice but to become a hero.