The cranes in the Sixteenth Mansion covered up the rustling of the secret message, and the blood of Ganlu Palace soaked his disguised drunken eyes.
When Qiu Shiliang's python-patterned boots stepped onto the imperial edict, he walked barefoot through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, from "water imprisoning dragons" to "fire burning the sky".
The torch that destroyed the statue of the Buddha illuminated the steps of Hanyuan Hall, but the green smoke of the elixir swallowed up the last morning light——
"I use blood as a lamp to illuminate the night, but the night... Is inherently ignorant."
