For twelve years, Duan Ping drifted through life, thinking he’d be useless forever, until Old Ghost took him up the mountain and restored his martial meridians.
Old Ghost: “You’re a prodigy.” Duan Ping believed him. Old Ghost: “You’re the Evil Emperor.” Duan Ping believed that too. Old Ghost: “You’ll be a notorious heartbreaker.” Duan Ping looked back to find the Northern Warden’s daughter refusing to marry anyone but him, the Little Dragon Girl clinging to him for dear life, and the Great Zhou empress wanting to have his child...
Duan Ping: “Ah, yes, yes, yes. You’re right about everything!”
