Across the vastness of time, another century quietly passed by.
Added to the thirty years before, Xu Xuan had been gone for a total of one hundred and thirty years. The children and descendants of the people involved had all died, and the legend had gradually become hazy.
Xu Xuan's prestige was not forgotten but had turned into an ancient story.
The Jianghu was ever-changing, and heroes and knights-errant emerged in abundance.
People change, but the Jianghu remains the same.
"Giddy up!!"
The horse galloped along the dirt road, the handsome man on it panicked with a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"Father! Mother! Once I escape with my life, I will avenge you!!"
Clip-clop, clip-clop!
His martial arts skills were not that strong, at best third-rate!
"Halt!! You dare to injure my sect member! You've got some nerve! Surrender now, and you shall be spared!"
