Zi Donglai had been staying in the estate for half a month and gradually blended into the atmosphere around him. Everyone had come to know that this Martial Grandmaster was originally a disciple of a sect in Jianghu known as "Purple Aura Sect."
"However, the sect later had a traitor emerge, leading to a catastrophe that befell the sect. I was the only one who survived, fortunate enough to have mastered all the sect's skills. Afterwards, I wandered alone in Jianghu for three hundred years, and one day, I had a sudden realization and made a breakthrough to become a Great Grandmaster. After eliminating the traitor and avenging the sect, I finally heeded the call to serve the royal family."
Zi Donglai spoke with a sense of nostalgia, a strong sense of reminiscence flashing in his eyes as if he could see the lively sect of his memories once again, his junior sister, and his master.
But now, three hundred years had passed, and everything had turned to dust and flown away.
