Chapter 1 · free to read
They say the Quiet Sparrow's owner has poured tea for nineteen years and never spilled a drop. They do not say why she never needs to see the cup.
Nineteen years ago she was the Whisper of Wushan — the blade the jianghu paid a fortune to never meet. Then someone made certain she would never see a target again.
The door came in with the rain behind it, in a house where the door had not been forced in nineteen years.
She heard the footsteps before the door. Heavy. Even. A soldier's weight — and one she had spent nineteen years trying to forget.
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