A Sectless Wanderer in the Martial World

My elder sister once said that the jianghu is the human heart. All the bloodshed and turmoil comes down to people scheming against one another; all the warmth and coldness, all the abandoning and keeping, comes down to what's needed for profit.

Perhaps I shouldn't have left that peaceful little island to come to this bustling land of Huawu. Then I wouldn't have run into so many troublesome things. But who would be willing to live an uneventful life from beginning to end?

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