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

Pain ripped through Niu Qi's throat and he could only look down powerlessly at the black sword tip dripping with blood as it was slowly withdrawn by the tall, blind, pretty man.

He kicked Niu Qi into the latrine pit, and the last words he ever heard were: "Good dogs don't block the way, move!"

Ning Yi returned the sword to Feng Zhiwei; reversing the switch that had happened in the brief moment she leaned on him right before.

With the first obstacle removed, they began discussing their next moves.

"Do you have poison?" Feng Zhiwei asked, patting herself looking for something deadly she could use; unfortunately, she had left Dijing in such a hurry she had only brought medicine for wounds, nothing else.

This group was also very vigilant and it would be incredibly difficult to poison them, but such a method was still the best chance they had.

Chapter 152