The Land Bows to Me

A cleansing corner: short stories, updated irregularly. The day Xu Penglai stood atop Penglai Hall and looked down over the mountains and rivers of the mortal world, she knew that from this day on, the sun, moon, rivers, and mountains stretching ten thousand miles would all bow at her feet. They would address her as: Your Majesty, long may you reign. In plain language, the one-line summary is: Women, who needs the pain of love? Filling in one of the abandoned stories in my locked-up works with a short piece. Theme: Don't be a pearl in someone's palm. Be a phoenix in the heavens.