Wine Beneath the Osmanthus Moon

A century ago, the former dynasty fell, and the land split into warring factions. A century later, the realm is divided into three, yet the first signs of unification are emerging. Lu Yiyan is just a young woman wandering the martial world. What do the great affairs of the age have to do with her? The Great Zhao, the Great Liang, Nan Shao, and even Nan Ling, a kingdom long since fallen, are all connected to her in countless ways. [A wandering tale of a mischievous young woman with formidable martial arts] Sword energy swept in with the wind. Clang! A sword plunged hard into the earth, landing at Lu Yiyan's feet. Its entire blade was a dark greenish black, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. Lu Yiyan pulled it from the ground. The sword remained sheathed as she held it and turned to call out, "Didn't you say I couldn't use this sword? Why make me carry it, hoping it'll be the death of me?" There was no one behind Lu Yiyan, only the angular mountains, silent and still. Just as she thought no one would answer, a voice came from far away. It seemed at once distant as the horizon and close at hand. "There'll come a time when you need it. But don't force it."