Finding Inspiration in Every Turn
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Chapter 1
The Fall of the Li Family
Li Sheng traced his finger along the brittle parchment, each character etched with the weight of centuries. The lantern light flickered, casting shadows on silken hangings. Sandalwood incense mingled with jasmine drifting in from the garden, but the fragrance did little to soothe him.
“When the tiger prowls at twilight, no house stands unbroken.”
His brow furrowed as he read the cryptic warning. Outside, his children’s laughter spilled into the air like music, untainted by the unease gnawing at his chest. Six-year-old Li Mei chased her younger brother, Li Jun, through cherry blossoms that swirled around them like whispers of spring.
Peace was fragile. Rumors had reached him—whispers of unrest among rival clans, of masked mercenaries striking under cover of darkness. He’d dismissed them as idle gossip, yet doubt clawed at his mind. What if they came for the artifact hidden beneath the estate?
A sudden crash shattered the evening stillness.
Li Sheng bolted upright, heart pounding. The gates had been breached.
Masked figures poured into the courtyard, their blades flashing in the moonlight. They moved with deadly precision, cutting down guards before alarms could be raised. Panic surged through the estate as servants scattered, cries piercing the night.
At the forefront stood Bai Zhou, leader of the Bai Clan. His iron helmet bore the snarling visage of a tiger, its fangs gleaming like daggers. A massive broadsword rested in his hands, its edge reflecting cold starlight.
Bai Zhou stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. “Where is it?”
Li Sheng clenched his fists, shielding the doorway to the inner halls. His family was scattered throughout the estate—his children safely hidden in the fourth courtyard—but the thought of them in danger fueled his resolve.
“They’ll never take what belongs to us,” he muttered under his breath, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.
Servants scrambled to barricade the doors as the sound of steel clashing grew louder. The mercenaries were closing in.