How can a slave approach the overlord of the grasslands?
Lowly, weak, beautiful... like the morning dew on the grasslands, destined to evaporate beneath the sun.
At fifteen, Qu Fangning gazed up at the man before him with burning eyes
and said, sincere yet full of unspoken meaning, “General, I want you to teach me archery.”
Yujian Tianhuang gave his answer: they were meant to be master and servant, but became teacher and student, father and son, and finally lovers.
The boy gained the finest teacher in the world, and received the cruelest gift of all.
Truth and lies, love and hate, home and country, were washed over by blood and tears again and again over eight years, until they became a sharp blade.
And so Yujian Tianhuang taught Qu Fangning his most important lesson, as well as the “vow” he had made when they first met:
Become you.
I dreamed again that Jiangling was far away. At that time, the ancient west wind was my first love.