The wind has no form, yet I would hunt it! Laughing proudly across the Nine Provinces, I steal in Heaven's name!
He was in the prime of his youth; she possessed beauty that could topple a nation. He should have burned with a young scholar's spirit, pointing out the realm's faults with bold, sweeping words; she should have smiled sweetly, buried fallen flowers, and dallied beneath the moon. Yet they were born into an age of chaos: their nation wronged, their families avenged only in dreams, their mountains and rivers shattered, rival powers carving up the land, their ancestors shamed. So he cast aside his books, and she took up blades and spears-to protect the dragon veins, explore the Nine Netherworlds, seize the Heavenly Coffin, and battle the Demon Star. One kill every ten steps, no trace left across a thousand miles. Their work done, they brushed off their robes and departed, burying their deeds and names deep!
Stone Octopus's flagship writing project spanning 2017-18. Please search for Stone Octopus or stonesquid and follow Octopus's official WeChat account.