In a martial world divided by deserts, snow-capped mountains, and war, there lived a boy.
He didn't know that the blood of three clans flowed through his veins: the Sacred Flame Sect, the Heavenly Sword Alliance, and the Mountain Society. Their bloodlines were the only key to the lost martial art, the Crescent Moon Mystic Art. He knew even less that this key would open not a manual of martial arts, but a choice between hatred and forgiveness.
Those hunting him were family. Those saving him were family, too. The one he loved was his cousin. The one who loved him was an assassin. The one waiting for him was his childhood friend.
Three women, three lives.
This isn't a harem. This is the martial world.
He carries the blood of his enemies, yet must protect everyone who wants him dead.
