The Seven Paths Descend: Ascend to the Great Dao's Summit

In the blood-red dusk, the old man ran a finger over the worn grooves on his bow. Blurred Qin script was carved into his wine gourd, and muddy liquor dripped between his fingers onto the blood-soaked earth of the Slaughter Domain.

When he looked up, the setting sun was devouring the last corner of the horizon. Looking back on his past life, only those words remained:

“When I was young, I too once drew my bow and shot a gray wolf.”