Chapter 5 · free to read
Two nights on the road together, and she still would not say why she wanted the mountain.
They were not immortals. They were worse in a way — men who had robbed dead cultivators of their power.
Immortals unravelled into motes. Men did not. Men were only meat, and meat was heavy.
His first men. Not gods, not devils. Just road-thieves who chose the wrong camp. And they cut like anything else.
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