My name is Zhao Ping An. It means peace. My sword means the end of everything. In a world where masters cleave galaxies and gods walk the earth, I am but a boy with a single blade. With it, I can move mountains, sunder seas, and shatter the heavens. Everyone wants this power—to control it or destroy it. They hunt me across the land, not realizing the truth. They are not hunting a boy with a sword. They are being hunted by the coming storm.