A fox has wandered the endless road for a thousand years, yet cannot build a Phoenix Tower for you.
I've always wanted to write a story about Erlang Shen, Yang Jian: a tale of the young man who wore a cloud-patterned crown, a water-patterned robe, a silk sash at his waist, and straw sandals on his feet, with features as beautiful as a painting, before he became a god or an immortal.
(I can't write a proper blurb, so please just read the story. Thank you!)
