Lin Yu rose in a daze and glanced at the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar face in the bronze mirror. His heart lurched. "Have I... transmigrated?" He was a modern-day archaeology expert, yet had somehow taken over the body of the Minister of War in the Great Qing Dynasty. With no time to dwell on it, Lin Yu took a deep breath, straightened his clothes and stepped out of the manor. He had no idea that beneath the city's prosperity, undercurrents were swirling, or that his soul from another world would unleash a storm on this treacherous foreign continent!
