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..."
A Wisp Of Haoran Qi
編集者: Larbre Studio
The many pairs of eyes stared at the big black horse as it bolted toward the enemy's camp before it finally blasted into Yangzhou. The audiences included the Tang troops, noblemen of the city clique, the dead men of the Fuchun River, and the hanged men on the trees beside the bridge. Their widened eyes were filled with grudges when they passed on. Now, they finally were able to shut their eyes in peace after they saw Ning Que's presence.
There was a straight long street behind the city gate of Yangzhou. The big black horse dashed toward the south along the street and went miles away in a blink of an eye. The clip-clop of horseshoes gradually diminished. That was Ning Que's answer to the dead men.