Time Flies Like a Weaver's Shuttle

The battle in the desolate mountains shook the realm afterward. Prince Duan had led a group of experts, hoping to slip back into the Imperial Capital by stealth, only to be ambushed by White Lotus cultists. Not a single one survived.

Among them was Prince Duan, a member of the Great Xia Dynasty's Imperial Family, brother to the reigning emperor, and the hidden helmsman of the Brocade-Clad Guard.

Afterward, Six Gates experts dispatched by the imperial court joined forces with powerful figures from Dragon Guarding Manor to investigate. In the end, they could only conclude that the White Lotus Sect's experts had likewise suffered devastating casualties, with only one White Lotus Saintess escaping. From then on, she became the target of the entire Great Xia Dynasty's full-force pursuit.

Sadly, no one knew that this White Lotus Saintess would never again appear before the world. How could anyone see a corpse whose very bones had melted into water?

Duàn Yì, meanwhile, got his wish and obtained the East Sea Dragon Subduing Diagram from Prince Duan. Three months after the incident, he left Mengzhou with the women and vanished without a trace.

Time flowed like water, gone and never returning; it was also like sand slipping through one's fingers, silently leaking away no matter how tightly one grasped it.

Nothing was more sentimental than time, and nothing was more heartless than time.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye. The martial world was still the same martial world, and the jianghu was still the same jianghu. It would not change because someone had departed, yet the landscape of the realm had changed enormously.

In the second year after Prince Duan's death, King of Zhenbei's entire line was uprooted by the imperial court. They were accused of harboring treasonous intentions and