Mu Xingyao

She must have come from the imperial court. Anyone who recognized the token she carried was especially fond of exchanging empty courtesies with her, just to bask in the worldly prestige it represented.

She was also often classified as a member of the martial world. After all, the rumors about mysterious figures circulating among the common folk all had some connection to her.

“Then where do you think you belong?”

Perhaps nowhere. Perhaps everywhere.

In this world, the imperial court relies on some of the martial world’s strength to maintain order, while some martial artists seek the court’s favor in exchange for resources. Even so-called righteous sects can be corrupted by power and conceal shameful dealings.

Everything in the world is connected by countless threads. It is difficult to draw a clear boundary between them.

But with chaos descending, though she wanted no part in any turmoil, she could not bear to watch ordinary people be crushed by overwhelming forces and ground into dust beneath the wheels of history.

If that was how things stood, then let them fight.