Immortal Master

The dagger had been polished until it gleamed like snow, its cold light almost blinding.

But he kept polishing it.

He always wanted to wipe something away, yet he knew better than anyone that some things could never be wiped clean.

But he had to do something, didn't he?

Otherwise, what could he rely on to keep living?

He knew more about that man, who went by the alias Yu Songhai, than anyone else present.

The man's name, his background, even his habits...

He didn't like the man much, either. He hadn't before, didn't now, and probably never would.

Back then, he had hated how the man always held his head high and his back straight, never lowering himself before the three great families of Maple Forest City.

He remembered that whenever his cousin spoke of the man, there was always a hint of... envy amid the praise?

Back then, he hadn't known what there was to envy about that man.

This time, they had only exchanged a hurried glance.

But even that fleeting glimpse had shown him that the man was still the same as before, unchanged.

Still proud, still resolute, still brave, still... true to his heart, sword in hand, standing up against injustice.

"Unchanged"—that was something to envy.

What gave him the right to remain unchanged?

When everything had clearly changed!

After all these years, he thought he finally understood what his cousin had envied.

But all those years had passed.

He knew far too much about that man.

The information he had could let a Diviner read that man like an open book.

But why had he ultimately said nothing?

Why?

Fang Heling kept his head lowered, all the while polishing the dagger. It seemed as though the blade would never grow clean.

He had no