Nightfall
The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
Whispers before the Hall
Editor: Transn
The hand appeared from the carriage window for a very short time but it was enough for Ning Que to capture some of its features. He saw slender fingers, a broad palm, and thin calluses.
It was a hand very suitable for holding a sword and the thin calluses seemed to prove that it was a hand of a swordsman. The ordinary sword masters of the cultivation world usually used flying swords and there was only one exception. Coincidentally, it was the Sword Garret founded by the Sword Sage in the South Jin Kingdom.
Ning Que somewhat deduced the identity of the man in the carriage. He appeared quite sorry, but deep in mind, he got alert.
A man's voice rose from the luxurious carriage. It must be the owner of the hand. With a calm and gentle voice, he apologized to Ning Que on the other young man's behalf.