Parting in the Mortal World Is Hard

[Traditional Wuxia]+ [Revenge]+ [Mystery-solving]+ [No golden finger]+ [Plot twists]+ [High stakes from start to finish, not a dull moment]+ [Ensemble cast]

Synopsis:

Blood Crane Tower burned, and Wild Goose Gate fell.

We had long since completed the rites of marriage and were acknowledged throughout the martial world as husband and wife.

On the eve of the final battle, he held me close and made a quiet promise:

“Ran’er, once the bandits are dead, I’ll retire with you.

I’ll never let you suffer another day of hardship.”

Clutching his sleeve, I choked back tears and answered:

“Husband, I’ll wait for you to return safely.”

But by chapter 458, the young man lay buried, and the martial world was stained with blood.

When we parted, I lost my husband forever. No one in this world would ever call me “Ran’er” again.

With my great vengeance fulfilled, I rebuilt the Crane and Goose Sect with my own hands.

The disciples bowed and asked:

“Sect Leader, is the memorial tablet for your late husband?”

I stroked the tablet, tears falling silently:

“He was the only husband I ever had.”

Years passed. A young woodcutter wandered into the mountains.

Gazing at the old sword in the hall, he asked with curiosity in his eyes:

“Elder Sister, Sect Leader, whose sword is this? May I touch it?”

I gently brushed my fingertips over the blade, tender yet resolute:

“This was my husband’s sword. He will never return, so you mustn’t touch it.”

One night, while I slept lightly, the boy secretly touched the sword.

Hum

The clear ring of a sword resounded through the sect. The old sword, silent for many years,

actually chose a new master of its own accord.

I looked at the sword that no longer belonged to me, and suddenly wept like rain.

The sword had a new master, and the legacy had found its heir,

but my husband,

the man who had wed me and promised me a lifetime.