The chirping of cicadas kept ringing in the trees, and colorful paper umbrellas were spinning in the streets. In the dreary summer, the young man he passed by at the martial arts conference held in the main city of the Bai Clan that year, with his handsome face dripping with sweat, his slender waist tied with a belt, his white fingers gripping the sword tightly, and the light blue ribbon tangled in his black hair, made him unable to look away for the rest of his life.