Midnight. The Tianhua Pavilion, nestled in Shijiazhuang, capital of Hebei Province. In the small room at the far end of the kitchen, Kang Yongwoon sat by the wide-open window, his gaze fixed outside. The bright, full moon and the countless stars scattered across the heavens shimmered as though to soothe his quiet, solitary heart. “Ha...
Midnight. The Tianhua Pavilion, nestled in Shijiazhuang, capital of Hebei Province. In the small room at the far end of the kitchen, Kang Yongwoon sat by the wide-open window, his gaze fixed outside. The bright, full moon and the countless stars scattered across the heavens shimmered as though to soothe his quiet, solitary heart. “Haa… will I really be able to find it?” The sigh slipped out of him unbidden, carrying his thoughts deep into the past. “The latter half of the Great Celestial Divine Art…” The martial art of his clan. His family’s legacy, lost without a trace when the clan was destroyed. “If I can’t recover it, there’s no way I can rebuild the clan.” Fei-in-bu-jeon—Non-human, never to be passed on. He had never realized until now how deeply those words could cut. The teaching me
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