His name is Shen Mo. He owns a tavern, and five years ago, his name made corrupt officials across the land tremble.
During the Yonghe era of the Great Liang dynasty, in Xuzhou City, Shen Mo wants nothing more than to brew and sell wine, spending the rest of his life in peaceful mediocrity. He always wears a faint smile, and no one can tell that he is the former leader of the “Night Crow,” a man who left no survivors beneath his blade.
Until a bully attacks someone in the street, holding a knife to an innocent person’s throat. Shen Mo sighs and sets down his wine jug.
That night, the whole city is abuzz with the news: the old wine seller Shen knows martial arts.
Shadows from the past close in. The traitors now hold positions of power, and old debts of blood remain unpaid. From Xuzhou to the capital, Shen Mo and his companions settle the score from five years ago, one step at a time.
This is a low-martial-arts world, with no sword energy streaking across the sky and no legends of immortality. There are only bloody battles fought fist to flesh, and grievances that cannot be swallowed.
When the dust settles, he returns to his tavern, and the pear-blossom wine tastes just as it always did.
But from now on, this martial world has a blade that refuses to return to its sheath.
