Fifteen years ago.
Kongming Valley was draped in silver, with white snow on the ground and large red lanterns hanging on the trees and buildings, exuding the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.
Inside the valley, there were sounds of excitement and cheers interwoven, faintly echoing out of the valley.
On the martial arts training ground in the valley, many people gathered, with the younger boys standing on the perimeter, watching the two men in the field comparing their swordsmanship.
Kongming Valley was famous for its sword techniques and had a vast collection, not everyone learned the same style, and the two men in the field at that moment were using two different techniques.
There were light smiles on everyone's faces, yet they didn't know that all of this would end that night.
After everyone went to sleep that night, a group of people stormed into Kongming Valley, killing everyone indiscriminately without reason.
