The Shen family fell into decline, and our rival accused my father of “using a supposed connection to the immortals to plot treason.”
In court, they demanded the right to search our ancestral hall by force and destroy our family’s ancestral mirror.
I laughed at their ignorance.
That “Heaven-Peering Mirror” connects to our ancestor, who ascended to immortality seven hundred years ago.
As the mirror’s ringing echoes across the city, new shoots sprout from the withered parasol tree.
A figure strolls out of the mirror’s light and surveys the courtroom with disdain:
“How dare you lay a hand on my descendants?”
