Pale Dawn

The dust of the past, the Three Kingdoms like a song, cool summer nights, a half-hidden moon, dew on a bamboo fence, desolate and lonely. Can the cold gleam of the Heaven-Reliant Sword still be recalled? The Green Dragon Crescent Blade rises to the heavens, an old book rests beside the window. The grandeur has faded, and the days of war are long gone. Now I gaze toward Longzhong, where purple vines climb into the sky. Empty courtesies pass, butterflies fly with dreams, the green mountains grow old and the waters flow on. Rain falls over Jingzhou, and dawn breaks in the east.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.