Chapter 10 · free to read
Cultivators spent lifetimes learning to draw power out. Wei had to learn the opposite art — to hold ten thousand griefs so still that not one breath of them escaped.
Hiding, Wei learned, was its own kind of cultivation — harder than any sword-form, because the enemy was the size of his own heart.
The two of them had one secret between them the size of a god. It made them, against every rule of the sect, real friends.
The discipline of being nothing was easy in the shed. It was much harder with a boot on your bucket and a crowd wanting a show.
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