Yangon Shadow

There is no daylight in the shadow area, and it is always in boundless darkness. The eighteen-year-old Shen Mo knelt in the stone room, crying bitterly, saying goodbye to the old man who had raised and imprisoned him for eighteen years. On his deathbed, the old man handed over all authority to the shadow area, ordered the seven shadow guards to bow their heads, and imposed a fateful mission on him. Everyone thought that the young man would abide by his destiny and follow the path paved by his predecessors. But the moment the old man lost his breath, the heart-rending crying suddenly stopped. The traces of tears are still there, but the sorrow has dissipated. Silence slowly raised his head, and his laughter was cold and relieved. Eighteen years of pretending to be obedient, being vain and submissive day and night, endless restraints and shackles, today, they are all finally broken. In response to the instructions left by the old man, he took charge of the shadow area lurking in the darkness and commanded the seven shadow guards. But no one knows that beneath the mask of obedience, there is a long-planned ambition to reach great heights. The city-state of Guangming is high above the world, and the grievances and grievances of the past are piled up one after another. He rose from the shadows, using the shadow as a blade to climb to power step by step. The world called him treacherous and regarded him as an alien, saying that he stood on the opposite side of light. But what is good and what is evil? It's hard to say good or evil if our positions are different. Silence walks through thorns and travels between light and darkness. Wear your shadows as clothes and walk towards the top of the clouds. When you are at the highest place, you can settle all your old grievances and recover all your debts.