Life’s circumstances brought me to the gates of the Battle Academy “Star of the South.” In this educational institution there’s an atmosphere of rivalry and class hostility. Naturally, I ended up among the most oppressed and defenseless group of students—the freshmen—but I’m not going to leave things the way they are. After all, behind my back I have five years of experience studying as a healer-practitioner, and I’m also pretty good with poisons. Very good. Cultivation is one thing, but poison doesn’t care who you kill. And I have a couple more secrets—so even I’m starting to feel uneasy about them.