The old silver shop isn't a business. It's a place that seals Yin energy.
My grandfather guarded the Dead Gate for forty years. I broke it open with a single slash.
The Yin messenger was slain, Yin energy surged back through the gate, and a gaze from the darkness pierced the door, chilling me to the bone.
I'm just an ordinary person who wants to live in peace, yet I'm forced to grip the ancestral artifact, heal my wounds in the dead of night, and fight to survive through sheer bewilderment.
Old Zhou says the Yin entrance has opened, and a hidden tide is coming.
Lu Chen says if I survive tonight, I'll surely die tomorrow.
I looked at the silver token and Yin bell burning hot in my palm, and suddenly understood:
The secret Grandpa kept hidden his whole life rests entirely on my life, which could be snuffed out at any moment.
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