A Great Vengeance Is Hard to Avenge While Young, So Wait for the Storm to Rise!

At midnight, what sounded like a clap of thunder and a shout seemed to rouse someone from a dream.

The night rain pattered on, as if recounting the joys and sorrows, the reunions and partings of years gone by. The martial world was a treacherous place, and in his youth he had already been burdened with a deep and bitter grudge. His path of secluded cultivation stretched endlessly ahead. When would he be able to avenge the blood debt?