Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it; the armor gleams in the sunlight, scales of gold.
The horns sound across the autumn sky; rouge-red clouds gather above the frontier, turning purple in the night.
A half-furled red banner approaches the Yi River; the frost grows heavy, the drums grow cold, and no sound rises.
To repay the Emperor's favor from the Golden Terrace, I would gladly take up my jade sword and die for him.
The Wu in my name, Wuyun, means dark cloud, and the Yun means cloud. My name is Wuyun, and I'm here to speak for myself! That's right! I trained under the Dragon King and can summon clouds and rain. I command immortal arts that control the weather! In this world, where spiritual energy is scarce and the Celestial Court has collapsed, I occasionally fill in as the God of Thunder. Hurling a fivefold thunderbolt from the heavens... that's my specialty.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
