The Stars' Secret

Twenty-eight weapons. Twenty-eight people. In this chaotic age, where hearts are treacherous, how will they struggle? As dynasties rise and fall, what choices will they make? They are the autumn wind. They are withered leaves. They endure spring and summer, unwilling to eke out a wretched life through winter, and would rather wither in the bleak autumn. They are stubborn stones defying the current. They scheme in the halls of court and roam freely through the martial world. Whether it is palace intrigue or grudges in the martial world, everything under heaven is heading into winter. But autumn is coming, and the autumn wind will not be late.