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Following his father's murder, Wu Ling's mother returned to the life of a courtesan, disguising her young son as a girl to take refuge in the Bamboo Silk House, a women's only sect dedicated to the arts. Now, as his powers awaken, he'll find himself torn between protecting his family and the goals of powerful cultivators who see him as a means to an end. 

"Wu Ling, I've accepted a marriage proposal on your behalf," the bewitching Hall Master of the Bamboo Silk House declared. "When you enter the Inner Sect, you'll enter under the name 'Hua Qianhu', fiancee of a young lord of the Liang family." 

"Hall Master, that's impossible!" Wu Ling protested. "Even if you ignore my relationship with Meifeng, I might have dressed well enough to hide as a mortal woman but I could never..."

"So you truly didn't realize what you were doing," the Hall Master said, a dark smile on her lips. "Little Ling, you're a natural-born Shapeshifter. I'll teach you what you need to know," she said, her features shifting until she looked like a mirror image of the stunned Wu Ling. "As long as you follow my arrangements and learn my techniques, it isn't impossible for you to reunite with Meifeng..." 

"But you should consider Young Lord Liang carefully," the Hall Master added. "His affection for you is genuine. Perhaps, one day, you'll even feel the same for him..."

Unparalleled Artist: Unlikely Hero

Late into the night, shadows shifted as the stooped figure of an aging servant woman shifted and transformed, assuming a regal bearing as Bian Xing shed her disguise and swept into her chambers in the Twilight Pavilion.

"Welcome home, Hall Master," Mu Shien said, bowing deeply before holding out a set of elegant robes for the Hall Master to change into. "And congratulations on your successful mission."

"There isn't much to congratulate, Shien," Bian Xing said, shrugging off the coarse fabric of the servant's outfit to accept the refined silk robe offered by Warden Mu. "The minds of Meifeng's parents were incredibly weak. Only the Patriarch of the Yao family put up any resistance to my meddling and even that lasted for less than ten breaths of time," she sighed.

Movements in the Night