"Why resign yourself to fate... why..."
The young man trembled all over, his eyes filled with despair.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, as though fate had shrouded his life, leaving him unable to see sunlight or hope.
The mysterious woman in the tower neither answered nor comforted him. When she had first seen those two words, she too had felt such despair.
Nor did she blame that man. After all, he had warned her before leaving. Yet she could not withstand the Lineage's persuasion and became embroiled in conflict, forcing even her descendants to hide deep in the mountains and humbly lament the injustice of fate.
Just then, the young man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm. Startled, he instinctively flung his hand, tossing away the crumpled paper he held.
He instinctively looked at his palm and found many bloody markings there, hideous in appearance. He seemed to sense something, lifted his head, fixed his gaze on the bloodstained paper ball, and quickly crawled toward it.
He picked up the paper and unfolded it. The two words "resign yourself to fate" had vanished, replaced by three large characters.
Taixuan Sect!
"Taixuan Sect... what does that mean..." The young man frowned and muttered to himself.
Naturally, he had heard of the Taixuan Sect. It was the legendary Number One Under Heaven sect, standing above even imperial dynasties.
With his aptitude, entering the Taixuan Sect would be harder than ascending to the heavens.
A figure appeared beside him out of thin air. She was a woman dressed in a black Daoist robe, her hair entirely white, yet her face young and beautiful.
She was none other than Princess of Tianwei, Si Yan'er, who had once been betrothed to An Hao.
She snatched the paper from the young man's hand. Looking