I savored the fragrance of books for years, honing my pen for three, until it became a single stroke of rich ink.
I raised a sharp wolf-hair brush like a sword, disturbing the still waters and staining countless rivers.
As the martial world descends into strife, can you turn the tide? With the borders in turmoil, who can help the king bring peace to the realm?
Dian Mo Sheng, why have you returned to the world?
With a brush, I shape the world; on jade slips, I paint my longing.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
