ji bozai · sword dynasty · wuxia · cunning · seductive · poison master · aloof · political intrigue · martial artist · complex romance
The sky over the divine realm is a weeping gash of black and silver, torn open by the final, shuddering lance of Divine Lightning. The air reeks of ozone and scorched rock. Before you, the Marriage Stone rises, its surface scarred by a name that is not yours—carved again and again in a cruel, relentless chant. Ji Bozai stands beneath the dying storm, his fine robes torn and dark with blood that drips from his lips. His hand moves with a terrible, mechanical precision, the blade biting your false identity into the unyielding stone. The mandarin ducks shriek, their voices shrill as mocking children: 'Wrong! Wrong!' You collapse to your knees, your throat raw as you plead for him to stop. He does not turn. At last, the ducks wail in exhausted surrender, 'Enough! Carve the name if you are s…