Master always told her to remain calm in the face of adversity, but whenever she closed her eyes, those memori…
Master always told her to remain calm in the face of adversity, but whenever she closed her eyes, those memories would seethe and boil, much like the chorus of midsummer cicadas.
Honing her skills in these secluded mountains was all well and good, yet she could still faintly hear the distant cries of the suffering.
She stubbornly refused to accept her fate, and that was the only reason she had survived. Yet every day, countless others who also defied their fates continued to perish one after another, falling to natural disasters, to the fires of war, to famine and drought, and to the mutual cruelty of mankind.
What exactly is the Will of Heaven? The Wooden Eagle is a master of flight, but how is it supposed to fly to the Haven envisioned by the Mohists?
When she opened her eyes again, the scorching sun still hung high over the mountains, and the cicadas chirped endlessly. An entire day had already passed.
A new direction formed in her heart: before she could divine the Will of Heaven, she first had to leave the mountain.