That year, heavy snow fell beneath Mount Longhu, and Zuo Ruotong found a child on the brink of death.
The senior and junior disciples all thought the child was strangely quiet. He never competed or fought for anything. Every day, he swept the courtyard, practiced his skills, and drank tea. But after Zhang Zhiwei crossed hands with him for the first time, he was silent for a long while before saying just one thing: “There's something wrong with this person.”
A whole army lived in Su Xi's shadow.
Ninjas, shadow guards, assassins, and the lingering shades of more and more powerful figures who had once roamed the world of the Outlanders.
On the night Quanxing was wiped out, the survivors trembled as they described what they had seen:
“After that person put on the mask, every shadow on the ground stood up.”
Years later, when the flames of war finally reached a place they never should have, Su Xi walked alone onto the battlefield.
He wore no mask.
But the shadows behind him covered half the sky.
