Qingluan Mountain collapsed.
Sixteen-year-old Shen Huai found a battered bronze token among his father's belongings and clutched it all night.
He saw his father standing on the mountain, carrying an entire mountain on his shoulders for twenty-seven years.
He inherited that token.
Not to become stronger, not for revenge.
He only wanted to know what, exactly, was hidden inside that mountain.
Only later did he learn that mountains and rivers have memories. Dayu had once controlled the floods here, Meng Jiangnu had wept for the Great Wall here, and Qu Yuan had returned here.
The land remembers everyone who has ever protected it.
And he would be the next.
As long as the mountain stands, so will I.
