He is the son of a prince, yet his family has fallen into decline. Though he lives in the imperial city, he is not bound by worldly conventions. He sets out on a journey to find his father.
She is a disciple of a distant sect. Though a woman, she is highly skilled in martial arts and has not been poisoned by the dictates of propriety. She heads into the distance to find her missing younger brother.
Their meeting is not a match arranged by Heaven, because Heaven itself is now barely holding on.
He has no notion of what people call love, and she has never experienced what people call affection. It is expressed not in words, but perhaps in a glance or a smile.
As the tides of a chaotic age shift, what will become of the feelings between them?
He is a disciple of the head of an immortal sect, wholly devoted to seeking immortality and the Dao, yet one person shatters his resolve...
