The sharp edge of my sword drew blood from Qi Mo's neck. Regardless of the truth in his words.
If he was willing to disclose his private actions, then he wasn't entirely aligned with Penglai. Even if... even if he personally... killed my family.
I had to tell myself that.
My hands trembled uncontrollably, and it took all my will to sheathe my sword. I then took the babbling child from the wary shopkeeper. He was light.
Soft. Like a cloud in the sky.
Like feathers falling from a soaring bird. I softly said, "Guan Ji, your name is Guan Ji.
'Hoping,' as in 'Hope.'" Hope, after all, still exists.
"Your parents were very good people. According to our relationship, you should call me 'Brother.'"
Ji: 冀(ji) means Hope and 希(xi)冀(ji) means Hoping
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Slaying the Divine, Ascending the Path
FantasyIn this mystical tale set in ancient China, we follow the journey of a gifted individual who embarks on a path to spiritual enlightenment and immortality. The protagonist, blessed with unique visionary abilities, is drawn into a world of ancient alc...
