"Lady Hall Master, do you think this matter is true or false?"
"Regardless of whether it's true or false, we have to explore. We have no other road left."
"Could it be a trap?"
"The Human Emperor's methods are fair and open, but perhaps his subordinates aim to wipe us all out. Still... we must go."
...
Little Ink Workshop.
Beneath the old tree at the village entrance.
"Sect Leader Tie, have you heard that news?"
"I've heard."
A simple conversation ensued, followed by silence.
"I want to go," Fang Jianlong suddenly said.
In his mind appeared the "Red Boy" he saw that day, never thinking a Martial Artist could reach such a realm.
And if one achieved such a realm, what vistas would they see?
His injuries had healed after twenty years of seclusion.
Now that Qiao'Er had passed away, a grave stood behind the house.
