At the western gate of Luoyang, beneath an old locust tree.
A lazy man, a jar of wine, and a roast chicken.
His name was Li Yi’an. In three years since entering the martial world, he had fought seventeen battles and won every one.
No one knew where he came from, not even him.
Then Shao Xiangxiang arrived.
A red dress, fragrant powder, and a smile hiding a blade.
She was the King of Hell’s daughter.
The King of Hell was dead.
She wanted Li Yi’an to accompany her to the King of Hell’s Hall and investigate her father’s death.
He couldn’t be bothered.
But then he discovered that the King of Hell’s death was connected to the past he had forgotten.
And to her, too.
