Su Yang never thought that his hands carrying water and chopping firewood would one day be able to hold up the spring of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
When the shadows of the Four Heavenly Lords block the sunshine, and when the people of the world become the playthings of aristocratic families, this orphan who always talks about "hiding the truth in the mud" is bound to speak truth to them.
On the last page of the booklet, Su Yang wrote in blood: "The so-called welcoming of spring is not to wait for the ice and snow to melt, but to be the one to break the ice." When his sword cut through the thickest darkness, on the distant field ridge, the first wheat seedling was quietly poking its head out against the frost flowers.
This is a story about soil and swords - some people are talking about the world on the mountain, while others are planting spring in the mud.
