It turned out that, at the end of his life, his greatest obsession was not the sword, but the person he had always found impossible to forget.
Beside him, Duanmu Xuan shook his head, turned around, and left.
In my next life, I was an assassin who killed across the world and struck terror into everyone's hearts. But I fell in love with a woman. No matter how my fellow disciples tried to persuade me, I refused to give up.
In the end, I died at that woman's hands. An assassin could not have feelings.
The wheel of reincarnation kept turning. I was trapped within reincarnation, unable to break free.
My identity kept changing as well: beggar, merchant, tycoon, celebrity, emperor. In every reincarnation, I had a different identity.
Chapter 1219: The Truth of Reincarnation
Throughout the endless reincarnations, Duanmu Xuan was always by my side.
When I was a beggar, he was the wealthy merchant who occasionally helped me. When I joined a sect, he was my master. Throughout countless reincarnations, he silently watched me.
On a mountain peak, I stood before an old man and said softly, "Master, your disciple is going down the mountain."
"The martial world is treacherous. You must be careful," the old man said, his gaze complicated.
"Don't worry. I'll restore our sect's reputation and make its name resound throughout the martial world," I said.
"There's no need for that. As long as you stay alive, that's enough." The old man looked at me, his expression filled with emotion. He had sent off too many disciples already. He had lost count of how many it had been.
How could the martial world be so simple? Of all those who wanted to stand out and make their names known throughout the world, how many could