He was a peerless sword immortal who roamed the Three Realms, but perished while carrying out an imperial order to suppress the demons from beyond the domain.
In the rain falling over Chutian City, everyone witnessed the young man's funeral with their own eyes.
The empress, ruler of all beneath heaven, stood silently before the sword immortal's gravestone in that rain.
The childhood friend who had been by his side for sixteen years buried her last tenderness beneath that handful of earth.
His junior sister from the same sect, who had admired him, turned away and shed clear, crystalline tears.
And his senior sister, who had always looked after the sword immortal, vanished without a trace from the Mystic Gate thereafter.
Years later, when Lu Ziyuan returned to Chutian City and saw his own gravestone, he finally realized:
So... he was already dead?
