The Only Swordsman in the World Started as a Useless Person

Chen Yungui floated in mid-air, with the city full of scarlet beneath his feet. "Why?" He murmured. The blood turned into a strong wind, and I could vaguely hear the concern of my relatives and the laughter of my friends. Anger, discomfort, and heartbreak all turned into calm at this moment, waiting for darkness to fall. He thought again of the night he traveled through time. It was a spring night, with black clouds swallowing the moon. He woke up from a pool of blood on the ground with a confused look on his face...