“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
"You're here?" Huang Lin lifted his head and took a look at Fang Xingjian, fatigue brimming in his eyes.
Fang Xingjian asked, "Teacher, are we going to war?"
"Mmm." Huang Lin nodded. "Western Garrison requested for us to work hand in hand with them to wipe out those Black Devils from Garcia.
"We'll be taking action at the end of the month. You should go prepare yourself too."
"End of the month?" Fang Xingjian did some calculations. If that was the case, there would only be another eight days before they made their move.
Thinking of that, he said, "Teacher, I'd like to take a few days leave and make a trip to Kirst."
Huang Lin asked, surprised, "To go into the city? What do you want to do?"
Fang Xingjian had already thought up an excuse for himself. "I've reached a bottleneck with my mental cultivation method. I would like to have a change of environment to change my mood and see if I can have any new comprehensions."