Harry Yun is the Yun Clan's final burden — a youngest son whose dantian splits if he breathes wrong and whose wrist breaks if he lifts a blade. Then thirty black-robed swords come for his family in the night, and the only thing that catches him falling from the cliff is a shadow wearing his own face. It calls him me. It offers him the strength to take revenge. It also wants his body, one fingertip at a time.
Harry Yun is the Yun Clan's final burden — a youngest son whose dantian splits if he breathes wrong and whose wrist breaks if he lifts a blade. Then thirty black-robed swords come for his family in the night, and the only thing that catches him falling from the cliff is a shadow wearing his own face. It calls him me. It offers him the strength to take revenge. It also wants his body, one fingertip at a time.
Harry Yun is the Yun Clan's final burden — a youngest son whose dantian splits if he breathes wrong and whose wrist breaks if he lifts a blade. Then thirty black-robed swords come for his family in the night, and the only thing that catches him falling from the cliff is a shadow wearing his own face. It calls him me. It offers him the strength to take revenge. It also wants his body, one fingertip at a time.