Su Yang never imagined that the hands he used to carry water and chop wood would one day be able to cradle the springtime of a vast land.
When the Four Heavenly Venerables' shadows blotted out the sun, and the people of the world became playthings of the great clans, this orphan, who was always saying, "The truth is hidden in the mud," was determined to teach them a thing or two.
On the final page of his little booklet, Su Yang wrote in blood: "Welcoming spring doesn't mean waiting for the snow and ice to melt. It means being the one who breaks the ice." As his sword cleaved through the deepest darkness, on a distant field ridge, the first wheat sprout quietly poked its head through the frost.
This is a story about earth and swords: some speak of the world from the mountains, while others plant spring in the mud.
