There had to be something wrong with Blade's immortality.
He loathed his past self, and even loathed the fact that he was still alive.
That was why, when Chu Mu had witnessed him return from the dead, he had shown no joy, only pain.
At that thought, Chu Mu sighed softly.
"If my guess is right, Blade of the Stellaron Hunters is Yingxing, the craftsman of the High-Cloud Quintet."
Sure enough, Fu Xuan nodded and said,
"Correct. It seems you already suspected as much. All I had to do was mention it, and you made the connection."
Most people would probably have ruled out Yingxing, a member of a short-life species, before anyone else.
Chu Mu had nearly made the same mistake.
He said slowly,
"What exactly happened back then? Why did the High-Cloud Quintet fall apart? And how did Blade become a wanted criminal of the Xianzhou?"
"I don't know all that much about the High-Cloud Quintet's story. Some parts strike me as absurd, and perhaps only those involved know why they happened." Fu Xuan shrugged. "If you want to know their story, you can ask General Jing Yuan. He might tell you what really happened."
"Absurd?" Chu Mu keenly picked out the key word. "Why do you say that?"
"I find some of their actions back then difficult to understand from a rational standpoint." Fu Xuan shook her head. "But making up melodramatic tales of love, hatred, and lovers turning on each other like the storytellers do-trying to explain it through emotion seems too insulting to those heroes."
Clearly, some of what had happened back then conflicted with the heroic image the High-Cloud Quintet had first established.
Why had the previous Vidyadhara High Elder been deposed?
How had Yingxing attained immortality?
And where was the former Luofu Sword