In the Great Yin Dynasty, on the remote frontier, lay Southsource Village.
The morning sun had barely touched the quiet village when the villagers began their day's work. Yet no one noticed that a terrifying crisis was silently drawing near. Lu Zhao, a lean youth, had a bamboo basket on his back and was preparing to head into the woods outside the village to gather medicinal herbs. His left eye had turned a mysterious purple-gold after his lightning spirit root mutated, shimmering with an uncanny light in the sun. At his waist hung half of a jade pendant, the only keepsake he and his younger sister, Lu Li, had left.
