A few years ago, my parents went to investigate an underground imperial mausoleum and met with an accident. They and the other members of the archaeological team never came back. Years later, someone showed up with a photograph. After that, I studied the tomb-raiding notes my grandfather had left me and entered the tomb-raiding trade. I know I don't need the money, but ancient tombs have an irresistible pull for me. And then there's that ancient, mysterious country made up of a group of sorcerers. It really exists, and it has secrets. I have to find out what connection it has to the imperial mausoleum my parents excavated. I only want to know the truth, and that country is Wuxian...
Perhaps everything I've done in this life has been wrong, but there are two things I got right. First, I trust those who trust me. Second, I'm still alive.
Fang Jing
Clean, this nickname is a bit long.
Why do all tomb robbers have to have a fat guy?