In the sixth year of the Zhou Xiande era, Twelve Immortals met the person who would change his life forever. That man ad…
In the sixth year of the Zhou Xiande era, Twelve Immortals met the person who would change his life forever. That man admired his calligraphy and painting, and praised his craftsmanship. He told him his talent was a treasure, a gift that ought to be used in the "right" way. At the end of that year, Twelve Immortals wove a yellow robe using the family's ancient Shu brocade technique. From then on, he became a favored figure before the founding emperor of the Song dynasty.
Worldly-wise yet still a little naive, Twelve Immortals did not understand then that "the right way" merely meant being dressed up and used like a pretty little girl. This time, he was simply lucky enough to be favored. Over the years, dressed always in white, Twelve Immortals quietly undertook many tasks for the court. Three years ago, he presented the blueprints for the Quintadent Warship. Now, he had turned his attention to investigating the mystery of the God of Killing.
Not long ago, he learned that someone in Jiangnan still possessed a surviving scrap of silk from the Beauty's Garment. Yet no one in the world could replicate its former brilliance. Twelve Immortals felt a stir in his heart.
"Talent ought to be used in the right way."
Perhaps, one day, he would be the one to restore the glory of the Beauty's Garment.