In the final years of the Great Yin Dynasty, war engulfed a thousand miles of fertile land, and famine victims filled the roads in a world gone mad. The orphan girl A Zhu met the wandering Daoist Mo Yuan in a ruined temple. She had just lost her parents and carried half a piece of wheat cake and a rusty woodcutter's knife. The stubbornness in her eyes was tougher than wild grass. He wore a star-patterned cloak, starlike glimmers from the Observatory flickering at his fingertips, and claimed he could see the fate of all under heaven.
