Before my master died, he said, “You are fated to be a lone star. Stay away from love.”
But on the night a hundred ghosts carried a coffin, I met Liu Guiyan.
She stood in the rain beneath a black umbrella. Its ribs were made of dark iron, and its canopy was embroidered with incantations I couldn't understand.
“Chen Jiusheng, help me open a coffin.”
The person lying inside had a birth date and hour exactly matching mine.
Even more unnerving, the face reflected in the bronze mirror my master left me was Liu Guiyan's.
And deep within the Kui patterns on the back of the mirror were my master's final words, written in blood:
“Kill the Liu clan. Claim the dragon energy.”
