He was seventeen the year his father died. That white seal, bone-white in color, was taken away with him. Ten years later, he drove a heavy truck around the country, stopping at every baleful spot along a dragon vein to fight a brutal battle and scan the qi traces of magical artifacts. His compass cracked, the copper coins awoke, and a crescent-shaped scar appeared on his palm. Then he realized he wasn't searching for his father alone. He wanted that seal. But was that really it?
