In the blue-gray sky, thunder rumbled, slow to settle.
But for Song Ciwan, standing in the present moment, reality was but a fleeting instant. Under the influence of a demonic vision, she felt as if she had lived out another person's entire life in a different world!
In the 127th year of the Yun Country, a great drought plagued the land.
Refugees from the north were like a plague of locusts, surging southward.
Wealth Village lay at the foot of a great southern mountain, nestled by peaks and rivers. The villagers had once led prosperous and peaceful lives.
Until the day Sun, the village chief's mother, welcomed the family of her sworn sister, who had fled from the north. The group, a collection of relatives and acquaintances, numbered over thirty strong. They all flooded into Wealth Village, waiting for Pang Shougui, as the village chief, to arrange for them.
