Chapter 2 · free to read
He had asked to see the arm. Wei showed him — and prayed the mark would stay silent.
They ran off the edge of the only world Wei had ever known.
One drink to become a cultivator. One breath before everything changed.
The ravine was not empty. It was a GRAVE — and the swords the heavens threw away had been waiting three hundred years for a hand warm enough to wake them.
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