Wei Wuxian has only ever seen Hanguang-Jun from a distance, and often in the light of the full moon which reflected off his scales, blurring his figure to any who dared look at it straight on. Many villagers claimed it was then bad luck to do such a thing, but Wei Wuxian had found such logic ridiculous and always opte...
He stared at it. Not believing for many minutes - because who would trust him with this? His friend must have made a huge mistake. Or he had no other choice. Probably both. Wei Ying nibbled at his bottom lip, edging and almost drawing blood. Even when he was millenniums old, he felt like a child again. He wished his s...
A year after the events at Guanyin Temple, the cultivation world hasn't changed much. Sects and clans condemn and slander in the name of righteousness, but behind closed doors scheme away to fulfil their lust for power. Unrest, greed and war is inevitable - bloodshed and the slaughter of innocents with it - unless t...