Zhou You had watched long enough to begin distinguishing the differences between Marquis Shen's path and Yin Dao's.
If Marquis Shen was unyielding and steadfast, guarding the Southern Border alone for the sake of the realm, with the broad-minded ambition to bring peace to all under heaven—
Then Yin Dao was a carefree wanderer who roamed the martial world, scattered wealth to gather righteousness, and treated the swift settling of grudges and debts as the foremost pursuit of his life.
Their personalities and aspirations were utterly different. By all rights, they should have had no intersection, let alone become close friends.
Their ideals were worlds apart, and their fist arts entirely different, yet fate toyed with them and brought the two together.
The two became sworn friends unto death. Inspired by Marquis Shen's righteousness, the great bandit Yin Dao fought at his side and swept through every corner of the Southern Border.
All demons and monsters, ghosts and ghouls alike, died beneath their blade and staff.
That came later. Because their beliefs differed, the two eventually parted ways. After a great battle, Yin Dao fell, leaving only Marquis Shen to guard the Southern Border.
After a thousand years, the world knew only Marquis Shen and had forgotten Yin Dao, who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with him in fame.
In a corner of the world, atop a mountain in the north, Tiger Corpse clutched half his broken body and lingered on his last breath...
Time flowed on, like a river rushing without end, until it finally poured into this very moment.
Tiger Corpse gripped Yin Dao's blade, while Marquis Shen braced himself against the towering pillar. The two unleashed the most powerful strike of their lives at each other.
"Yin's blade, Shen's staff!"
The two peerless divine weapons, bound