"How could this be..."
The past flashed before his eyes. Scenes of him and his master, together, played over and over in Yan Sea's mind. They were his solace during years of suffering, the very source of his will to persevere. Embellished with every recollection, these memories had likely long been warped from their original form—a distortion of his own making.
Fortunately, Yan Sea had already reached the Grandmaster Realm. His spiritual soul was unified and utterly pure, enabling him to trace those memories back to their original form.
He recalled the outside world's impression of the Tribulation Sword lineage.
Ascetics... Yes. After mastering the Tribulation Sword, his martial brothers had all become grim, silent ascetics.
They had indeed grown numb to the outside world, only truly coming alive in the heat of battle, reveling in the slaughter.
Yan Sea had never seen a problem with their asceticism and numbness, as he had always been that way himself.
