On the paper were two columns of inked words—"Mayfly Spring and Autumn, morning mushroom dark and new moon."
Pinned beneath a paperweight, unable to break free, it still rustled loudly in the wind.
Across the whole world, countless gazes turned south, all now solemn.
Master Zi, who sat upon the Way at Book Mountain, had never again fought with his full strength after the Ritual Law Stele was toppled.
Perhaps he had accepted it, perhaps he had endured it. Many also believed he had become crippled.
But today, he reached out and seized the golden bridge, blocking Xiong Ji's path and shaking the world!
Within Huangliang Terrace, a pot of rice was only half-cooked when the person before the stove set down the firewood in his hand.
He sighed softly. In the end, time would not wait; he could not wait for the Huangliang rice to finish cooking.
"Huangliang is but millet too; when the dream wakes, the rice has yet to grow fragrant."
He wiped the flour from his face, and already wore magnificent robes. The cook who made the meal had become once more a grand and dignified Duke.
Along Book Mountain's long mountain road, great banners rolled in the wind, and a vast army surged like a tide.
The one charging at the very forefront on a single horse was the peerless prodigy said to rival Huang Sheli—Qu Shunhua, who held [Closing Heaven] in one hand.
Every Confucian cultivator in her path froze before her. Only after she swept past did their heads fly up in perfect unison... like ceremonial guards for the army.
Banners unfurled and snapped. The army that came thundering behind her was one of Chu's Six Armies... the [Tiger Illumination] raised by the Qu Clan over a thousand years!
A colossal tiger of