In the thirty-sixth year of the First Emperor's reign, a deadly star fell, leaving the emperor shaken.
Ying Zheng clutched the bloodline jade pendant, still warm in his hand. Twenty years of longing and regret threatened to consume the heart of the emperor.
“Afang... if our child were still alive, what would they look like now?”
At the same time, urgent reports about a “young god of death” flew into Xianyang Palace like snowflakes.
[Ding! The target has appeared in an unknown village. Their methods closely resemble those of the late Lord Wu'an. They may be his descendant!]
[Ding! The target attempted to assassinate the magistrate of Yuyang County. The finest Shadow Guards were deployed, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of the target's garment!]
[Ding! The target broke through an enemy formation alone at the northern frontier wall and slew a hundred Xiongnu horsemen. General Meng Tian's troops have dubbed them “Little Bai Qi”!]
Ying Zheng: “Investigate! Find out everything! I want to know it all!”
Zhang Han: “Your Majesty, this person's methods are ruthless, but all those they kill are wicked. Their purpose... seems to be cleansing the rot from the empire.”
Fusu: “Father, such a bloodthirsty person can hardly be a blessing to the state!”
Zhao Gao: “(in terror) Why... why does this person know my followers so well?!”
