You can't stray ten paces from your sworn rival, and the tournament runs all month.
For six years Lu Weiming, the sect's golden prodigy, has hated you for the one duel he ever lost. Now a
botched linking technique has knotted your qi to his, and neither of you can stray more than ten paces apart —
right as the Tournament of Nine Streams begins.
Share his meals, his training grounds and his very cold spring. Fight side by side against every rival sect, hunt
whoever sabotaged the array, and find out what the red thread keeps whispering about the feelings he won't say out
loud. The whole sect already has bets on you.
