Every ten thousand years, a celestial flower blooms. Though all beings in the nine realms fight to obtain it, only the most powerful one will have the right to pluck it. And even then, the flower may choose another. After two hundred years of quiet cultivation with her master, Yin Wan Ling suddenly finds herself competing for dominance amongst the other immortals. But her only interest in the flower is to help learn the identity of the mysterious figure who plagues her dreams. Every night, she runs toward a man swathed in mist and fog. Every night she yearns for him. But his face remains shrouded. Until one night, she finally sees his face...right before he stabs her in the heart.

Trust. How much can you trust someone? How much trust does it take to put your life in someone else's hands? No. That's a bad question. Does anyone trust someone that much at all? Or maybe the real question is: how much do you trust yourself? Do you trust yourself enough to entrust your own life to yourself? Finn had a choice. He could either trust his reflection in the mirror or tell it to go to hell. But the offer was very promising, and Finn was willing to do anything to change his life.