Mists over the Southern Dynasties: Zhen'e

Huan Shiqian spent three years studying martial arts deep in the mountains. On the day he completed his training, his master gave him a saber once carried by Sun Quan of the previous dynasty: Qing Du.

His master charged him: Use this blade to suppress evil in the world.

From then on, he lifted a millstone with one hand and shook Xiangyang with his might; raced a thousand li to rescue his uncle alone; and rode north to fight, staining his robes with blood.

The world knew only that his martial prowess was unmatched and that he was the northern bulwark guarding Jingzhou.

But they did not know that beneath a lifetime of warfare, he carried two great burdens in his heart:

One was the northern barbarians. The other was the powerful clans.

During a period of mourning, alone with his thoughts, he looked at his disciple Liu Yu and asked in a low voice:

“Jinu, this crumbling court and these clans that devour the people: can you truly tear them down for good?”