[Western fantasy + one heroine + mutual redemption + emotionally detached hero + arrogant, overbearing witch + twilight of the gods + age of declining magic + cold winds blow through the desolate valley!]
A strange prophetic dream shattered all of Mo Boqing’s hopes for a bright future. The Great Emperor Caesar had tracked him down.
“My motto is to pull out the roots and leave no one a way out!” That was what the Great Emperor Caesar thought.
Unfortunately for him, his plan was destined to be seen through before he could put it into action.
The System had rewarded Mo Boqing with a prophetic dream, and only now was it coming into play.
(You might enjoy reading my previous book, My Skills All Come from Writing Poetry. I had to end it prematurely for certain reasons, but now I’m working on my second book and continuing this story. You can read this one without having read the previous book; it should have little effect on your experience, though you’ll miss some important emotional experiences and plot points.
You can find my first work on my author page. Just scroll down a little.
That’s right, I’m back from the dead again!)
I wrote it myself, so of course it's five stars!
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