“Big Brother, the boats on the Cangnu River behind the mountain are ready,” Li Mochen said, his voice mingling with the faint rattle of his sword in its scabbard. “Let sister-in-law take the young master and go first. I...”
“Mochen!” Li Yumo suddenly smiled. He ran his palm over the engraving reading “Guardian of the Nation” on the black iron sword at his waist. “Ten years ago, when thirty thousand Jin soldiers surrounded us for three days and three nights in the snow at Mount Bolia, how did we survive?”
When he looked up, the torches surging at the foot of the mountain were reflected in his eyes. “We didn’t survive by keeping a way out. We survived by making our enemies understand that the Li family’s swords can punch a hole in the sky.”
The courtyard gate exploded with a crash, and a gold-trimmed imperial edict came tumbling in on a foul wind.
A python-emblem robe swept over the scattered bricks. The shrill laughter was more grating than the edge of a blade. “Li Yumo! His Majesty has decreed...”
In the Great Mo Dynasty, the Jin were stirring, and after repelling foreign invaders, Emperor Mo planned to pacify the realm within. This was the emperor’s decision, and no one could change it.
The jianghu of Great Mo was in turmoil...
“Pass down my order: all clan members are to resist with all their might. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!”
“Master, what about Madam and the children?” The retainer Luo Xu pressed him.
“Big Brother, leave our family an heir!” Li Mochen dropped to his knees and pleaded.
“Luo Xu, Sha’er, take Madam and the young master and escape along the Cangnu River behind the mountain!” Li Yumo said through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He knew all too well that this time, the manor might...
And so, amid a storm of bloodshed, a bloody tale of the Great Mo jianghu slowly began...
