The days of practicing swordsmanship quietly slipped away amidst sweat and repetition.
Tu Hu gradually began to grasp the emotional nuance within the plain sword moves, and as he wielded the heavy sword, the faint golden aura of protection became more substantial.
However, as his cultivation deepened, his curiosity about the elder Cang Xuan did not diminish but grew daily.
This person, who willingly perished along with civilization but left behind a shadow to pass on the "Dao," what kind of past did they have?
Why did the Dream Weaving Clan perish?
What other secrets are hidden within the background story?
These questions scratched at his heart like a cat's claw.
Finally, unable to resist his intense curiosity, he called out in his mind during a training break:
"Brother Guide, I need you."
[Release.]
"I want to know Cang Xuan's past."
[30,000 sacrificial power.]
"Given."
