Winter's snow flurried down, trees bare and grass withered, casting a bleak pall over the land. Tang You'an, born with mystical powers, now found herself branded a witch by the imperial court and rival sects, driven to the brink for refusing to serve a cruel and violent emperor. Gripping her sword, blood staining her face, Tang You'an'...
Winter's snow flurried down, trees bare and grass withered, casting a bleak pall over the land. Tang You'an, born with mystical powers, now found herself branded a witch by the imperial court and rival sects, driven to the brink for refusing to serve a cruel and violent emperor. Gripping her sword, blood staining her face, Tang You'an's usually gentle eyes flashed with rare sharpness. But outnumbered, a blade pierced her chest and she plummeted from the cliff... When she next awoke, Tang You'an found herself lying on a smooth, jade-like floor, her hair damp and body covered only by a white cloth. After regaining her senses, she began warily surveying her surroundings. Her mind still felt foggy, but she clearly remembered dying. Yet here she was, alive and uninjured. How could this be? Shak
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