The Blue Stone Palace, located at the northeastern corner of the Great Qi Imperial Palace, seems like an isolated island in a sea of people, a scar on this magnificent city.
Time passes exceptionally clearly here.
Sparrows perch on the high walls, pecking at them regardless of the season, honing their sharp beaks as a Knife Man sharpens his blade.
A spider at the eaves lowers itself slowly on its silk thread, its web long devoid of captured bugs, hanging lonely and empty.
A majestic eagle spreads its wings, soaring high above, flying over the empty Long Life Palace, then turning to sweep past the outside of Hua Ying Palace.
Inside the palace, Jiang Wuyou wielded twin blades, circling the grounds, the gleam of the blades like a torrent of rain.
"This is his own matter, let him choose for himself."
A white-haired old woman holding a Great Halberd stands at the side of the court, silent.
