Legend of The Young Master
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.
Late Spring Morning
It was a lovely late-spring morning. There was a low fog, and Master Zhenying looked out at it for a moment , enjoying his wine. He waved to Jin, who was fussing with his falcons, and found young Dujuan to get armed.
While he was still getting his arm protector on, the large bell sounded. Before the bell had stopped ringing, he was on the curtain wall of the Bridge Castle with the apprentince. The bridge was still down, and although the bridge gates were closed and heavily barred, it was still the hope of every merchant in the lower fortress that more survivors would stumble in from the Wild – despite all evidence to the contrary.
Jin had a trio of big hawks with him, and from time to time he flew one away into the morning light. He wasn't much of a conversationalist – mostly he spoke to the hawks, murmuring to them in much the same language that Zhenying's daughters spoke to their dolls. Two archers assisted him.