She
Dashing and peerlessly handsome, yet born a woman; uninhibited and seemingly inept, yet secretly shrewd.
Clad in white with dark hair, she carries a jade flute and silver needles. Her white fan hides her lovely face as she smiles and asks the world: Who is its master?
He
Gentle and refined, compassionate and benevolent, yet with his sights set on the world; tolerant and quiet, seemingly honest, yet impossible to fathom beneath his many faces.
At times he is a noble prince of the royal family, at times a dispassionate young master of the martial world, and at times the sinister ruler of a demonic cult. He proudly proclaims to the world: I am the emperor.
Will their fates intersect, or will they remain parallel forever?
