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Sky Rending Tiger | Hundred Ivory Sovereign | Four Sealed Sage "Join me," said the tyrant of Mount Hoa, the Sky Rending Tiger, Hu Ji. "Okay," said Zhi. Now he was rid of Iron Gong and Green Poet and every other issue that had been on his register. Half-Blade Zhi came up the steps after Ji...

The tiger clapped only once. Perhaps a good sign. The rest of the crowd alternated between mutterings and silence - either flabbergasted or annoyed. Zhi had won the bout, yes, but winning without style and form was almost as bad as losing to some people. Hairs on the back of his neck stood on...

They cut his bindings and shoved Half-Blade Zhi into the ring. He glanced around at the spectators. They were an oddly quiet bunch. Zhi noted that the ring's last two occupants were still laying there, blood and guts strewn out. Cut in half. Not by each other. His eyes traced the path up to the...

Four Sealed Sage | Sky Rending Tiger Half-Blade Zhi was starving like a hound by the time his captors herded him to Hoa Qua, so of course it was on the third day that they got there. No bread. No beverages. Only blood. They passed through the gates, into the uneasy bustle of the celebrating...

Half-Blade Zhi sucked in some cold air. It was a pained noise - the kind of hiss you made when you stepped on a sharp rock. He turned his head and performed a quick headcount. A few of them had bows, which was a problem, and more than a few had spears, which was also a problem. And those were...

Zhi listened to Iron Gong speak and slowly the smile melted from his face. He was beginning to recall how much he hated talking to... Anyone! Poets, soldiers, prattling about empty nonsense. Didn't they know it was all a dream, and not a one of them was the dreamer? "Not a drop," said Zhi...

Well, the sage was not alone and did not have the luxury of speaking only to himself. Zhi scoffed again and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Shut up, poet." Now Zhi looked at the stranger, who was tramping around in soldier's attire. Not a traveler. Wolves and soldiers always went in packs. but...

"What?" Zhi scowled at the lizard man. "Did you just recite me a poem?" Zhi reclined back, resting on his elbows. "No wonder you got chucked in there. Go on. Let's hear another."

THE LAND OF BARROWS MISERABLE ROADSIDE Half-Blade Zhi sat on the ground by the sad little fire, his blade propped against him, dug into the ground. Fires never did well. It guttered against the cold, struggling. It made no difference to him. He didn't feel the cold and hadn't in a long time. It...

Half-Blade Zhi is a terrible swordsman.