Deep into the night, the cold moonlight shrouded the ruinous crimson palace. Occupying the supreme spot was the throne of pride. Wang Zikai slowly looked up. All six thrones were now occupied. Even Gao Xinxin, who had flown away in a fit, had been compelled to return.1

She wore new clothes—a loose black hoodie, straight-leg jeans, and sneakers. Her hood covered half her face, revealing only her tapered chin and two braids. Arms crossed around her legs, she curled into her seat silently, like a runaway seeking refuge on a park bench after a fight with her parents.0

“Greed,...0