Records of Zhenwu Suppressing the Wasteland

He didn't want to fight for anything. Whether as a servant, an outer disciple, or an inner disciple, all he wanted was to finish the work in front of him. But some people refused to leave him in peace. They stole from him, trampled on him, and blocked his way. He took one step back, and they took one step forward. He took two steps back, and they advanced two steps. When there was nowhere left to retreat, he raised his head. Then those people discovered that the things this hunter boy, who had always kept his head down and worked, held in his hands were far more powerful than they had imagined. “One sword spans the ages; all arts return to emptiness.”