The Jianghu's Silent Rain, Ten Years of Lanterns

The red gates sounded with a knock. Ten years after that massacre born of vengeance, the passerby she had glimpsed in the chaos of war had returned to her lands.

Who was he? Wasn’t he the criminal who had killed her entire family?

Ten years had passed, like a dream beneath the locust tree. True pain could never be eased. Was this tangled, unresolved feud of the martial world finally going to end here?

The long night sang on, beneath a world of soft red silks. Who could have imagined that these two legendary paragons were no longer anything like they had been? A woman who had become a legend of the martial world fought alone across the Flower God Temple, the Shaxuan Cult, the Seven Seas, and the Eight Wastelands. In this chaotic age, even with death at her door, she refused to give up. She was waiting, waiting for him to stop, waiting for him to appear again. The Qingyu Sect teetered on the brink of disaster. Would everything be left to fate, or

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to take your life.”

At the end of fate lay endless death.

“People of the martial world… we’re all born to suffer!”