“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!
Once the banquet ended, Yuelun boarded his horse carriage, where a lady dressed in white was waiting. When she saw Yuelun, she could not help but ask, "Master [1], what's so special about that Fang Xingjian? Why do you seem to be so distracted after meeting him?"
Yuelun laughed bitterly and said, "You’re able to tell as well?" He shook his head. He had not wanted to mention this, but after some thought, he knew that she would eventually find out about it.
Therefore, he said, "Fang Xingjian looks a little like that person."
"That person?" The lady in white clothes frowned and said, "Which person is that?"
Yuelun looked out of the window, his tone filled with the endless tiredness of one who had experienced a lot in life as he replied, "The person who disappeared sixteen years ago."
In the beginning, the lady dressed in white still did not react. But in the next moment, a hint of terror flashed on her face, as if the person Yuelun had just mentioned had boundless magical charm.