The Rogue Immortal Who Walks Alone

Yanchu was already bleeding when he pried open the sealed letter and found the worn jade hairpin inside. The outer clan had called him useless again. They had laughed at his weak frame, his plain clothes, and the strange way he kept staring at old walls like they could answer him. Then the hairpin warmed in his hand. His inner power moved in a way no clan test could measure, sharp and wrong and alive. He had always carried his feelings too close to his skin. That weakness became his path. Love, grief, and fury began to shape his strikes, his breath, and his speed. He kept the change hidden, because one mistake could get him thrown out before he learned what the hairpin was meant to unlock. A...