After Cutting Ties, I Became a Sword Saint. Why Are You Crying?

“Gu Lan, Fan’er is frail. Giving him your Supreme Bone is your duty as the senior disciple!” After ten years of unwavering devotion, all Gu Lan gets in return is his master’s coldness and his junior brother’s treachery. Gu Lan smiles and digs out his innate Supreme Bone in front of everyone, staining the great hall with blood. “Take the bone. From this moment on, the Qingyun Sect and I are through!” He turns and walks down the mountain. Everyone thinks he’s been ruined. Little do they know that the moment he leaves, the Empress of Heavenly Mandate arrives right behind him, barefoot and clad in red, snatching him with domineering force. “Who dares hurt My Imperial Son? I’ll wipe out their entire clan!”

Later, the Qingyun Sect’s protective array collapses, and no one can repair it. The sect’s divine herbs wither, and no one can refine them. His master suffers a cultivation deviation, and his junior sister is tricked by a scoundrel... At last, they remember Gu Lan, who had always given everything in silence. They kneel before the mountain gate, weeping bitterly. “Lan’er, your master was wrong. Please come back!”

High above them, Gu Lan holds the Empress in his arms and cuts down the mountain gate with one sword. “Get lost! Do I know you?”