At this point, he had no choice but to commit the act of great rebellion...
His heart sank into silence, silently thinking of relatives and friends dropping off one by one...
He closed his eyes, his heart spirit delving into the river of memories.
In a daze, familiar faces greeted him, appearing and fading away...
Time, like a knife, carved life away one by one.
In his thoughts, he returned to Yong'an centuries later.
The teacher at Ping'an Middle School was fervently talking about "the martial arts legend of that time."
The students below only listened to it as a mythical story.
He stood at the back of the crowd, no one recognizing this young face as the protagonist of the story...
Friends who once drank and celebrated, the names on the tombstones were half-eroded by wind and rain.
Old comrades who fought alongside each other were long turned into a handful of dust.
Everything familiar had become cold words in a history book...
