Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, a lovely little prince was born to the king and his queen. The Queen sang beautiful lullabies for her precious son before he fell asleep.
One day, this queen fell from the stairs and fell into a long slumber. Little prince couldn't sleep well after that night, as he didn't hear his mother's voice.
The king was very sad. He tried everything he could to make his son happy, so he can sleep well
Some servants tried to make the boy laugh. While others made delicious food. Some sang for him, but, nothing was able to make the little prince sleep well.
Then his old grandma visited the little prince. She took him outside that night. She showed him the little stars, and told him,
"Can you see that brilliant star? That is your mother's star. Talk to her before you sleep. She will sing for you."
After that night, the little prince started to talk with that star. Finally, he was able to sleep well again.
Many kids in the Northern kingdom heard this fairytale at some point. But, not many knew this story was based on the real-life story of the prince that built "Twilight city." After his mother's death, he used to get his comfort by talking to the stars. Therefore, he renamed his capital "Twilight City."
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Twilight city was located three days walking distance from Yulong city. The main road that connected these two cities was a famous pathway. Therefore, several inns could be seen with a few miles of distance.
In the second inn, from Yulong to Twilight, a few guests were having their lunch. They were talking loudly among themselves. All of them wore the same pattern of clothing, which probably was some kind of a uniform. Unknown to them, a person was observing their behaviour while slowly sipping his tea.
"Outer disciples of some sect. Probably in the *forged body realm. I wonder from which sect they are from." The observer talked to himself. Then he remembered that he currently has a lower realm than them.
He sighed.
Starting everything all over again wasn't something pleasing for him. Yet, if he wanted to reach his goal, he had to do it. Xie finished the last drop of his tea before he stood up to leave.
"One more day to reach Twilight City. Then I can find my way to the 'Jade Sword Sect'." Xie thought.
Walking while thinking was never a good thing. Xie bumped into someone's chest and got pushed back from the impact.
He felt like he just collided with a wall. He rubbed his nose and looked up to find who crashed with him.
The other person was a guy. He was way taller than Xie and wore greyish green robes with an Emerald blue belt. His face was covered from the black-veiled weimao, which he still hadn't taken off.
A soul refiner. Xie recognized the "Mystic Pavilion" uniform he wore. Soul refiners cultivated using wandering souls as their power source.
They were dark artists, but dark and demonic arts got welcomed by other cultivators, as they proved not to harm people. Blood cultivation was a different matter.
However, Xie knew this man wasn't someone weak as soon as he felt his aura.
Xie bowed and said, "My apologies Daozhang. It was my fault. I wasn't looking properly" (Daozhang- honorific to address a cultivator.) Then he politely went out.
Little did he know, Icy blue cold eyes were observing him, hidden behind the black veil as he walked away. If only Xie noticed this soul refiner's pale yellow and white sword, he would be in for a huge surprise.
Who might think their childhood idol, A cold and majestic soul refining swordsman, would crash into him casually like that?
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The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Angry shades of orange and red shone on leaves as if setting them on fire. Xie knew it was time to rest, but, he chose to walk through the night. He still couldn't clear up his head after remembering his past, even though it has been two days. He no longer felt fear of wild animals or robbers.
There was a famous old saying, " Knowing more means suffering more." Xie never felt how relatable this saying was to him, before. Deep exhalation of grief silently mixed with the night air.
The ignited sky slowly diminished its rage. The airspace transformed into an endless dark expense that sprinkled with shiny little dots. Xie's white hair escaped from the ribbon and danced gently in the night breeze. He didn't bother to put another bun and let his unruly hair be free.
His newfound sword was wrapped inside a white cloth to prevent the owner from becoming prey for unnecessary questions. He carried it on his back along with his small bag. The only thing that prevented him from resembling a Taoist priest was his old rag of garments.
The moon appeared larger above the distant mountain ranges. Its silver light painted the entire landscape with a healing hue. The quietness of the surrounding calmed down Xie's disarranged mind.
Maybe that's why he stepped onto the edge of the hill he was walking on. He stood there motionlessly, gazing in the distance.
Someone who walked in the valley below witnessed an elegant silhouette standing on the hill border like a statue. His loose hair swayed in the wind smoothly.