Blood Chronicle

Qingtang and Sumu are both named after herbs. Perhaps from the moment of naming, destiny has been written. They came from different primary schools, but were admitted to top key middle schools in the same year. From the first day of school, the battle for the top spot has been a stalemate tug-of-war - no one is willing to give in, and no one admits defeat. Like two vines with intertwined roots, from the first inch of soil they are destined to grow together and never be separated. Until that explosion - the flames tore open the night sky of the small town, setting off twenty years of blood feud, and burning the name of the herb into twin flames. One uses the liver and gallbladder as a shield to guard the crumbling faith on the ruins; the other uses a genius brain as a blade to weave a chess game as precise as a spider web in the dark. The vegetation burns into fierce flames, and its flexibility is forged into a sharp edge. They step into the end of revenge together, letting the two roots that have been entangled for half a lifetime draw out the new life of the same roots from the depths of the ashes.