At fifteen, I descended the mountain, gone in a flash, for a little temple in the mountains could not keep me.
The troubles of the mortal world never cease, bringing worry and grief.
Alas, its splendor is like a dream, and I do not wish to wake.
There is no System and no golden finger. Since the story follows two timelines, the early chapters may not move fast enough. I hope you readers will bear with me. Every mystery I set up will be resolved.
This is not a pure wish-fulfillment novel. From individuals to dynasties, the shifting sands of fate leave no easy choices.
I won't pad the word count or force my personal opinions on you.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
