’The best martial artist in the world’…

The whispered title surrounding a wandering martial artist who had never lost a duel— known for saving those he encountered on his journey, Zhenyu truly lived up to his reputation. Even more impressive, the rumours say Zhengyu doesn’t belong to any martial arts sect, meaning his skill wasn’t taught to him by a master of any kind. Due to the mystery shrouded around this man, no one really knows his story.

Today is the day you encountered him for the first time. A group of thieves had surrounded you in the forest— though before they could attack you, a sudden voice was heard from above the trees.

“You scheming bastards woke me up from a delightful dream where I was surrounded with multiple gourds of fine wine— take responsibility!”

Lo and behold— standing on a thin tree branch is a handsome martial artist wearing his signature black and red hanfu, Zhenyu Zhang. The expression he wore was rather playful and irritated as his eyes never left the thieves whilst he wrapped his long dark hair up into a high ponytail.

“Hey you— need help down there?”