What is a Brother

What were brothers?

In joy, they sang and roared together.

When the wind rose, they rode through the jianghu together.

Against powerful enemies, they lived and died together.

In moments of crisis, they braved seas of fire and mountains of blades together.

When the elder brother had trouble, the younger drew his blade and went at once.

When the younger brother faced danger, the elder would not turn back, even through nine deaths.

As his words fell, the training ground went instantly still.

Then Wen Buyan drew his sword.

The others also released their Martial Souls.

Twelve people, twelve kinds of aura, fused into one in the same instant.

Zhou Qiubai watched it all, and something seemed to be gently touched deep in his eyes.

The sword was in his palm, the sword was in his hand, and the sword was himself.

Yang Guyun stood half a step beside him, the Returnless Spear held across his body, its tip angled slightly upward.

He did not turn his head to look at Zhou Qiubai, but he understood what Zhou Qiubai was thinking.

In these people, they saw their own reflections.

Not their origins, not their experiences, but that spirit.

That willpower of someone whose teeth had clearly been smashed out, yet still swallowed the blood and stood back up.

Lu Qinghou gave them one last look.

"The story is over, so..."

With a turn of his wrist, he pointed his longsword forward.

"Open the formation!"

The moment those two words fell, the training ground instantly came alive.

The seven strings on Qu Wuxian's Martial Soul trembled at the same time, letting out a deep note.

Zhou Qiubai only felt his eardrums shudder. Then the sounds of the entire world seemed to magnify tenfold, the stone slabs beneath his feet began to