On a rainy night, Master blocked me in front of a shrine in a ruined temple. He forced me to kill my master with my own hands, saying that this was the only way to practice supreme swordsmanship. After ten years of drinking ice, it was hard to cool my hot blood. When I trembled and stabbed out the sword, he suddenly disappeared. Until I found the "Master-killing Training Plan" written by him in the secret room of the alliance leader's study. Cinnabar annotation on the last page: The ninth disciple is not ruthless enough, so abandon him. There was a soft chuckle from behind, "Sure enough, I was discovered by you."
