Mysterious Lotus Casebook: The Zhang Clan of Lotus Bones

Zhang Shuqing plunges from the blood-red vortex inside the Bronze Gate and crashes into the icy slush outside Yangzhou.

The Bronze Ghost Seal on her back burns like a branding iron. An old wound on her shoulder splits open, staining half her ragged clothes red.

Before her consciousness fades, she grips a poisoned silver needle hidden in her sleeve. It is the last shred of dignity left to the Abandoned Blood line.

Then a hand scented with medicinal herbs brushes the disheveled hair from her forehead. “Little vixen, looks like there won’t be an extra meal for you today.”