His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
She rose, went to the corner, and opened a box. From it, she drew a folded piece of parchment. "She left this for you. If you should come."
Wuyi took it with a bow. "Your servant, my lady. May I express my congratulations on your elevation, and my—" He stopped. Swallowed. "I will make a donation to the Pavilion. Please give Lady Liwei my congratulations and my kindest regards."
He reached the courtyard. Toby was holding his horse. He was tired.
Wuyi took the reins and vaulted into the saddle, aware, in that cursed part of him that was always awake, that he was on the stage, and that half of the Warriors of Tianqin were watching him.
Then he rode down the hill to his camp. He paused at the guard fire.
He was certain she wouldn't be coming with them.
Wuyi took the parchment from his breast and threw it in the fire unread.