
by TangXu
Branded useless. Given an empty sheath. Zhou Kai’s fate was sealed. They called him Soul Attendant. A passive custodian. A placeholder. They were wrong. The sheath was never empty. It holds six silent blades, fragments of his soul, forged in the dark. To grow, he must walk the edge. Every act of mercy draws a predator’s eye. Every victory reveals a dangerous truth. Every ally could be tomorrow’s inquisitor. Now a fanatical cult hunts him. His own sect watches, poised to leash or dissect him. Zhou Kai must master what he hides before the world comes to cut it out of him. The heir to a forbidden art cannot stay hidden. But when the final blade is drawn… It will not be the sword they fear. It will be the sheath.
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