As time passes, many memories sink deep into the past, never to be spoken of again.
Who is she? What kind of past does she have? What secrets does she carry?
Once, she was an innocent, adorable little girl who ran around causing trouble and loved to act cute and beg for attention. Who would have thought that she had once been a peerless young hero, brilliant as the sun, accomplished in both the civil and martial arts? She was also the god of war known to all, undefeated in battle and responsible for winning half the Great Yan realm. And she was the most mysterious person in the martial world, the elusive, highly skilled master of the Qingyu Pavilion.
She had come this far without ever looking back. Only when her disciple pressed her for answers did she suddenly turn around and look at the road she had traveled.
There was the innocence of childhood, the splendor of youth, the grimness of the battlefield, and the freedom of the martial world. There was a father's kindness and a mother's love, and the bond between siblings. Looking back now, though many things had not gone as she wished, those were the most dazzling years of her life.
But she bore the burdens of peace across the land and a curse of immortality. The great river flows east, and her parents, siblings, and friends would all leave her one by one, until she grew ever more lonely.
The old courtyard remained, and the green mountains still stood as sunsets came and went. But one by one, her brothers and sisters were gone. Only her elder brother and one friend remained to watch the spring moons and autumn winds.
