uild—countless great names are forever lost to us."Would anyone actually read something like this that Brother Lu Cheng wrote" The girl in black wrote while talking to the little scorpion on her back....When I first encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.

That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.

The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if nothing had happened at all.

Perhaps only my vanished subordinates know how the battle between mist and water unfolded.ils, as they scraped across the fox demon's beautiful fur, also left deep, bone-visible scratches.Every blow sent the fox demon trembling with pain.At first, it was unclear who had the upper hand.But...