Yixuan's Sister's Grave

Behind Yunkui Mountain, beneath an old persimmon tree, stood a solitary grave.

A breeze drifted past, and a leaf spiraled down. The view followed the falling leaf slowly downward, revealing Griseo and Hua standing quietly before the gravestone.

Two or three offerings had been neatly arranged before it, as though someone came often to tend to the grave.

"Sister Hua, the person buried here should be Aunt Yixuan's older sister—Yijiang, right?"

"Yes."

Hua looked at the grave before her and recalled what Yixuan had once said about the fate of the Azure Nether Sword's wielder. She could not help but sigh. "Judging by this, it should be a cenotaph. Fate truly toys with people."

"Sister Hua, last time, I had this vague feeling that Aunt Yijiang and I would cross paths in the future?"

Griseo gently placed her hand on the gravestone. The instant her palm touched the icy stone, the Signet of [Discipline] quietly lit up.

Threads of golden light spread from her fingertips, winding away into the distance like a silent tide of Fate, gently carrying the two of them within it.

Then the scene flickered. Griseo and Hua seemed like detached spectators as a winter memory slowly unfolded before their eyes.

"Freshly steamed buns! Don't miss out if you're passing by! They're delicious—!"

It was Chenghui Plateau's market many years ago.

Goose-feather snow fell from the sky, while the cries of street vendors were wrapped in the frigid air. In a narrow alley stood two little white-haired girls.

Their clothes were ragged, and it was obvious at a glance that they depended on each other for survival.

The older sister wore a single ponytail, while the younger sister lay weakly across her back. Carrying her sister, the elder girl trudged through the snow-covered alley, stumbling with every