Prologue (2/2)
”Regardless, send out an order to halt all activities at hand and tell everyone to conceal themselves. Do not attempt to approach him or pry into anything. Nothing we do will escape his perception,” ordered the middle-aged man as he filled his gla.s.s once again. Just like before, the lukewarm whiskey was chilled by threads of coldness that seemed to linger within the gla.s.s, never to fade away.
”That project…”
”The project cannot be halted. We are going against nature. Once set into motion, it cannot be stopped or all of our efforts will be for naught. From now on, you'll be in charge of watching over the experiment. We've prepared for thirty years, that's too much time to afford even a single mistake right now.”
”But he's here. Heaven's Laws…” the woman spoke hesitantly.
”Heaven's Laws do not govern him, and would not be able to govern him. Our preparations are enough to deceive Heaven's Laws. Monitor the experiment carefully and make sure that absolutely nothing goes wrong.”
”Fine, I only hope that nothing unexpected will arise.”
The click-clack of high-heels resounded through the hall before gradually fading into the distance. The empty seat became as silent as if it had always been empty.
At the same time, in a faraway seaside town, a man attired in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged in a shabby apartment. He possessed handsome and bright features, a well-built physique and a crew-cut that gave off a fresh and cool impression. Yet the resolute planes of his cheeks revealed a scholarly countenance.
Three objects laid on the floor before him: the tip of a broken blade, indigo remains from a shattered gourd and a broken mask to which a yellow ribbon was attached.
The man slowly raised his hand. The s.p.a.ce above his palm rippled and an miniature sword emerged from his skin. There was a restrained splendor to it, a daintiness from its size and its jewel-like appearance. The hilt, smooth as if it was carved from jade, was decorated with a yin-yang symbol. The blade, seemingly made of jadeite, was densely decorated with inscriptions.
”Soon, the day will come. I hope that he didn't lie to me, but if what he said is true, then what do all these years amount to…” said the man as he stared at the longsword floating in his palm. For a long while afterwards, he didn't utter a word. Finally, his gaze came to rest on the old remnants in front of him as he was gripped by emotions so complicated, words would not suffice to describe them.
Rants Corner
Grenn: Hehehe! I'm so happy to be able to translate and bring this novel to everyone. It's a completely different genre from Bone Painting Coroner, but not any worst. I have to say that Sundering Nature is a gem not only because of the plot-driven story. It's also due to how the author can fused the satire of society (mainly asian) by highlighting the struggles and growing maturity of the protagonist as he experiences many situations and journeyed through a life that is no longer mundane.