A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Outside the door.
A butler covered in blood stumbled in.
"Master, it's bad, the soldiers are attacking our base, and there are people from Yu Family too..."
Only after he had finished speaking did he notice Chen Mu, dressed in the official attire of the Metropolitan Commander of the Inspectorate, standing in front of He Zhengya and He Guangxun. Then his voice abruptly halted, as if someone had choked him.
Shocked, the man then fell to the ground, unable to stand up, continuously kicking back and shuffling.
Chen Mu didn't look at the butler beside him; he hardly even noticed him, turning his gaze instead to He Zhengya.
"You have won."
"The Yu Family has won."
"It's all over."
Leaning on a cane, He Zhengya's usually erect back now leaned back against the chair, his voice seemingly laden with endless fatigue and sighs.