“The candle has no heart, yet bears a flame. A person with no heart yet kindles love the same.”
The deadliest poison lies within the hearts of men. Only by gambling it all can one cure this world's most vile poison. The Hollow Vale, hidden deep within ancient tombs, strikes terror across the jianghu, for they wield not only the world's most potent toxins, but are also the most isolated, heartless men in existence.
Stun the heaven with the sword's gleam; rest upon the evening clouds. What is there to say of this turbid world? Let it heed the cry of my jade dragon.
Hollow Vale is too secretive—no one knows how to join for now.
Life and death have boundaries; playing with Sleeping Puppets is forbidden. Though Hollow Vale Disciples bear poisoned bodies, their hearts are kind. Transforming the living into Sleeping Puppets is an ironclad sect rule. Those who experiment on themselves are exempt.
Where there is life, there must be death; where there is death, there must be life. Hollow Vale's dual sources of healing and poison must remain balanced. For every life healed, poison must be used once. Failure invites self-inflicted suffering.
