If You Don't Accept It After Rebirth, Do It

Liu Xuan clutched the cold glazed blue and white porcelain vase, his father's dying roar of "Don't open this thing" and the bellows-like breathing in his lungs still lingering in his ears. When the fingertips touched the Big Dipper pattern engraved inside the bottle, the green vortex instantly swallowed up the entire study room. When he opened his eyes again, the sunlight leaking from the thatched roof of Jiazhai Village in Qi State was stinging his face stained with kitchen ashes.