The cold night was bleak enough to pierce the bones. Above the nine heavens, the bright moon hung high, and wherever its light reached, all was devastation.
The flames of war had consumed the Sword Pavilion, an inheritance passed down for tens of thousands of years. The ground was crisscrossed with enormous fissures, with not a single patch left intact.
Beneath the moon, the woman in violet stood quietly, her peerlessly lovely face filled with sorrow.
"Second Pavilion Master, I'm sorry," Lin Yuzhen said apologetically.
Shui Wuyue came back to herself and gently shook her head. "The fault is not Yours Highness's. This is the fate of Wuxia and me. No one can be blamed."
Lin Yuzhen sighed softly, stepped aside, and did not disturb the woman before her any further.
Not far away, a white-haired figure in plain robes approached. Seeing the two women, he gave the quietly standing Shui Wuyue a slight nod in greeting.
"How are the Second Pavilion Master's injuries?" Ning Chen asked.
"They are nothing."
Shui Wuyue answered softly, "I merely lost some cultivation and lifespan. To me, neither is important."
Ning Chen fell silent and said no more. His gaze turned to Lin Yuzhen behind him as he said calmly, "Your Highness, it is time for us to leave."
Lin Yuzhen nodded. She cast one last look at the woman ahead, sighed inwardly once more, and turned to leave.
Above the starry sky, outside the floating Sword Pavilion continent, the two appeared. They summoned the Heavenly Boat and sped straight into the distance.
Behind them, the Sword Pavilion continent rose and fell amid the stars. A supreme inheritance of tens of thousands of years had completely declined in a single night.
At the prow of the Heavenly Boat, Ning Chen stood quietly, countless thoughts