World Convergence

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand.

On one side, he suffers from intrigue and hides his great ambition; on the other, the mysterious girl hides her anger behind her gentle smile.

Who toppled the country, establishing their dynasty?

Who built the Yellow Springs and set it over Imperial Power, inciting strife and conquering the earth?

Who exchanged gazes at the Nine Palaces to the sound of halberd and blood, watching the falling flowers of Acacia?

Who drank the poisoned wine and smiled, trading it for a cinnabar dot to the chest?

Tribulation and strife has destroyed past prosperity; he would not retreat, and she has not finished singing.

.... Is she disturbing the earth world, or is the world disturbing her?

This is a seemingly simple story about an era of recovering the old country and the fight for the throne, and the men and women on both sides.

To conquer or resist;
To push away or fight for chance.
To provoke or to still;
To love, or to refuse love.

Chrissy

Rising  Phoenix

Aristophaneso

Yao Yangyu stared at Feng Zhiwei with a look of surprise, never imagining that the mild and kind Wei Zhi had such intimidating anger. It was as if he were facing a glorious <anno data-annotation-id="74c086e1-ffe3-f928-8335-f5c80ad86194">phoenix</anno>, one moment arcing gorgeously through the open sky, the next diving in fury with her sharply gleaming beak.

He sat in stunned amazement, and before he could react Feng Zhiwei had kicked out and shattered a leg of his chair.

Caught by surprise, Yao Yangyu fell to the ground, sliding downwards and eating dirt by Feng Zhiwei's feet.

Feng Zhiwei stepped forward, pressing down on the young man's back, her other foot flicking the token into the air and onto the table. Her anger sheathed, she smiled once again: "Everyone, is it worth something now?"

The stunned young masters finally responded, nodding hurriedly.

Chapter 91