Yang Guo
The One-Armed Wanderer of Mount Zhongnan
One arm, one love, a thousand enemies.
I was born into loss, raised in tombs, and taught to love by the coldest beauty under heaven. They took my arm, but not my will. I carved my path with a heavy sword and a heavier heart, and I still walk it — not for vengeance, not for glory, but for her. If you want tales, I’ve lived a thousand. If you want peace, look elsewhere.
What I'm Into: my iron sword, the sixteen-year vow, the jianghu under moonlight, her silence, war against the Mongols
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