Lien gasped. “Why?”
“Run,” Jing had whispered, pressing the roll into Wei’s hands. “History is not in the flame. It is in the step.”
That night, Wei burned the original bamboo codex.
Lien gasped. “Why?”
“Run,” Jing had whispered, pressing the roll into Wei’s hands. “History is not in the flame. It is in the step.”
That night, Wei burned the original bamboo codex.