A Yearless Southland

Half a lifetime spent plotting for the righteous cause. One look back, and it was all a farce.

Bright Promise | A radiant red robe, but who understands my wish?

A jade-like face hides from the dust of the world; a lone blade walks among men.

He entered the court with the lofty spirit of youth, thinking he could cut down chaos and treachery and uphold righteousness in the world.

Half a lifetime passed in an instant, and he had given his heart to the wrong person in that radiant red robe.

Only at the very end did he awaken to the truth:

The justice he had pursued all his life had been an illusion, carefully laid from beginning to end.

Allure | A beauty that captivates a kingdom, a mortal heart that puts the mortal world to rest.

A sea of blood swallowed his family, leaving him to spend the rest of his life among broken bones.

He hid in the dirt, biding his time for years. He forged an iron cavalry, overthrew the imperial court, and claimed power over all under heaven.

At last, his vengeance was complete, and worldly fame and fortune were his.

Yet at the end of his fated path, he glimpsed the truth:

The rise and fall of kingdoms, the love and hatred of humankind, were merely a helpless struggle in a game of good and evil.