Carved Jade, Flowing Pillow

Tonight's headline attraction at Linglong Pavilion is a person.

A bloodstained figure in white is locked inside an iron cage. The crowd bids in a frenzy, each hoping to claim this broken beauty for themselves.

Then a black-bone folding fan lifts the pearl curtain on the second floor.

“Ten thousand gold.”

The young master in black smiles faintly, but his eyes are cold.

What he buys is no plaything, but a blade destined to turn against him, and a raging fire that will consume half his life.