Face Maker

There is a teller hidden deep in the back alleys of the capital. For looks? What he saw was the lust for power between the high official's brows, the hunger and coldness in the merchant's eyes, and the decay in the thick palace walls. He was once the sword holder of Longcoffin Mountain and the son of the former chief minister. The rusty sword in his sleeve could break gold and crack stones, but it could not break the ten years of forbearance. His name was a fortune teller in the market, but also an old story in the palace that people dared not mention. Some people say that he wants to take revenge and overturn the dragon chair to demand blood debt. But he just sharpened his sword—— "I don't want to kill anyone, I just want to see whether the root of the disease in this world is on that face or in the hearts of those people." There are too many masked people hiding in the capital city where dragon energy is at its peak. He uses his face as a mirror to see the ghosts in people's hearts; he uses his sword as a ruler to measure the injustice of the world. I don't want to overthrow the sky, I just want to see if some light can shine through after the sky is broken.