A dream shared by ruler and subject, an empty name across the ages.
Yet the distant mountains stretch on, clouds swirl over the mountains, and dawn paints the peaks green.
Though the Cold Mountain Sect hid away in the mountains and kept out of worldly affairs, it had remained loyal to the court for generations.
When the young crown prince Tang Fang was ten, his consort mother sent him up Cold Mountain. For a whole year, he had a wonderful time chasing birds and catching fish there, but he most enjoyed teasing his aloof and beautiful junior uncle, Sui Kurong.
Fate is always cruel. When they met again, Tang Fang had become the former dynasty's deposed crown prince, while Sui Kurong had become the head of the Cold Mountain Sect.
"Everything has its destined course. There's no need to cling too tightly."
"Duzhi, to the world, this is merely a relic of the former dynasty. To me, it's a national grievance and a family feud that I must avenge."
"Is hatred all you have in your heart?"
"There's you, too."
