Strange Tales of the Vast Ocean, Volume Two

I write my soul into these pages. If fate brings us together, then we are friends.

Some clever foreshadowing will span many chapters before it pays off. I hope readers will still remember what I mentioned earlier by then.

It began in an old mansion crowded with coffins, and ended with a handful of ashes scattered across the wasteland.

Since ancient times, few who watched the tides have enjoyed long lives. How many more blossoms will fall this autumn?

A down-and-out demon points to the rise and fall of dynasties, while a half-trained Taoist toys with yin and yang.

A playful take on Chinese learning and Western studies: there is nothing at all, so what could be tainted?

It began as an experiment in moving from reading to writing. I hope this will help me find kindred spirits and friends.

I reject flat, label-driven character designs and stereotypes.