War raged, thick smoke billowed, and the sky was stained a strange dark red. At the turn of the Song and Yuan dynasties, the land lay in ruins, littered with the dead from hunger, a scene of utter misery. Gu Xue jolted awake from unconsciousness, with the refugees' anguished groans and children's cries ringing in his ears. He looked around at the ragged clothes and emaciated people. The brutal scene instantly brought him to his senses: he had been reborn, returned to the beginning of this chaotic age.
