New flowers bloom as the harsh winter passes, while the chill of autumn gathers into purple night. Everything is an illusion, and yet it all feels so real. “Water Dragon Chant: Autumn Thoughts”
Wen Lishu
Fireflies drift in the breeze, knowing the moon is bright. Who could have imagined it would be just like the parasol tree? Through the ages, mountains and rivers stretch across countless ravines; a breath becomes a river, a sleeping dragon a pearl. But when the dragon’s court is touched by pale jade, the bronze mirror bathes in sunlight and spring returns. Who will laugh? A dream of the martial world, with the wind forever blowing east.
I hope to write epic tales featuring Huang Chonggu, Sui Sui, Xie Zhiwei, Wu Mingkong, and others.
