When the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, the bronze bell outside Qingzhou City suddenly sounded to itself.
Dalang's fingers holding the Green Lotus Sword trembled slightly, and the lotus talisman embroidered with golden lotus on the sword's hilt glowed faintly in the mist. He looked at the ginkgo tree shrouded in black mist under the stone steps. It was the same weather twenty years ago when his father was pushed off the Soul-Desolating Cliff by seven elders.
