When the drumbeats sounded, Feng Ruzhi smelled blood, her own blood. Behind the Nuo mask, she swallowed the bl…
When the drumbeats sounded, Feng Ruzhi smelled blood, her own blood. Behind the Nuo mask, she swallowed the blood, stood up, and reached for the flying silk ball. The silk ball reflected in her eyes, and amidst the bright red, she heard the drumbeat from two years ago again.
The drumbeat two years ago also smelled of blood. Back then, she was still the young lady of the Dragon Hall. When the flood raged, she couldn't find her parents. When the Huzhi Dyke broke, she couldn't find A-Cuo. Later, they really left her. Feng Ruzhi stood by the Yellow River, waves lapping at her ankles, and said to the helpless crowd, "From now on, I will be the hall master."
The silk ball drew closer to her.