Chapter 23: A Broken Body Against the Sword, The True Cause of the Old Case
Withered yellow lotus leaves were whipped up by the wind, spinning in a circle in mid-air before drifting gently down onto the blood-stained cyan bricks of the courtyard. Chen Yi walked slowly down the steps. Every step pulled at his severe chest wound, and cold sweat continuously dripped from his jaw, soaking his clothes. He had no weapon; his hands were empty. Relying solely on his broken body, he was to face Green Face, who wielded the Ghost Thread soft sword and possessed unfathomable martial arts.
"Brother Chen, no!" Xiao Ge struggled forward, trying to stop him. "Your injuries are too severe; you can't withstand more than a few of his moves!"
Chen Yi raised his hand slightly, signaling Xiao Ge to stop. His gaze was calm, the previous struggle and wavering gone from his eyes, leaving only the absolute resolve that had settled over twenty years.
"This is the only chance," Chen Yi said in a low voice. "If I don't accept this duel, none of us will leave this old estate alive today. Green Face's conditions are laid out. Betting on this round still leaves a glimmer of hope."
Green Face raised his hand, signaling all his assassins to retreat and clear the central arena of the courtyard. The black-clad assassins retreated in unison, standing along the courtyard walls with their gazes firmly locked on the two figures in the center, awaiting their leader's orders at any moment.
"You have no weapon." Green Face gently rotated his wrist, the faint blue soft sword tracing a soft yet deadly arc in mid-air. "I can give you a blade."
"No need." Chen Yi shook his head gently. "During the Su family massacre back then, I held a blade in my hand, yet I failed to protect anyone in the estate. After twenty years of scraping by, I no longer cling to weapons. In today's battle, I will fight with this broken body of mine."
By the second-floor window, Su Nianwan leaned forward, her hands tightly gripping the wooden window lattice, her gaze never leaving the center of the courtyard. Her mind was in chaos. Everything Green Face had told her from childhood to adulthood was constantly being assaulted in just half an hour. For the first time, she saw someone willing to pay with their life to demand a justice she had long been taught to forget.
Lin Yan leaned against a broken wall nearby, the wounds on his shoulder and waist bleeding continuously, the Ghost Thread poison persistently eroding his body, his limbs heavy and numb. He barely managed to steady his mind, staring intently at the arena. The unseen intuition in his heart, which maintained the dimensional mission, was tightly linked to Chen Yi's obsession. If Chen Yi lost this battle and died, his obsession would dissipate, the mission would fail, and Lin Yan would be permanently trapped in this martial arts world.
"Make your move," Chen Yi said in a deep voice. He spread his feet, standing firmly in an ancient defensive stance. It was a self-defense technique personally taught to him by Secretary Su back then, which did not excel at fierce attacks but focused on defense and finding openings.
Green Face said no more. His figure suddenly surged forward. The Ghost Thread soft sword struck like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Without the heavy wind of hacking blades, it silently and invisibly thrust straight toward Chen Yi's heart. The soft sword was flexible, its moves unpredictable and ever-changing; it was precisely Green Face's most lethal killing move.
Severely wounded, Chen Yi's footwork was no longer what it used to be. Mustering all his strength, he dodged sideways. The tip of the sword grazed the bandages on his chest, the sharp edge instantly tearing the cloth and bursting the old wound open. Blood gushed out all at once.
Agonizing pain swept through his entire body. Chen Yi let out a muffled groan but did not retreat. He still stared fixedly at Green Face's sword wrist, searching for a flaw.
Missing his first strike, Green Face flipped his wrist. The soft sword suddenly bent, changing from a thrust to a sweep, slashing horizontally across Chen Yi's waist and ribs. Chen Yi quickly drew in his abdomen and stepped back, barely avoiding the attack. The cyan bricks beneath his feet were grazed by the sword's wind, leaving a shallow, thin scratch.
Through two consecutive moves, Chen Yi could only passively dodge, with absolutely no power to counterattack. His severe injuries greatly restricted his movements, his stamina was rapidly consumed, his breathing grew increasingly急促 (rapid), and blood continuously poured from his chest wound.
"Merely dodging won't last long," Green Face said in a flat tone. The soft sword attacked continuously, move after move, pressing closer layer by layer, giving Chen Yi no chance to catch his breath. The soft sword alternated between straight and curved, sometimes winding, sometimes thrusting suddenly. The moves were insidious and poisonous, all aimed at vital points.
Chen Yi gritted his teeth, relying on years of combat experience to predict the sword's path, constantly dodging and maneuvering. But his body ultimately couldn't hold up. He was half a beat too slow in one dodge, and the soft sword entangled his left arm, the blade's tip tearing his flesh.
Blood flowed down his arm.
"Brother Chen!" Xiao Ge cried out in panic, wanting to rush into the arena, but was blocked by two assassins crossing their blades.
Lin Yan wanted to stand up to support him, but the poison had already spread throughout his body. The moment he exerted force, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he could only grit his teeth and watch.
Green Face's assault grew denser, and new wounds multiplied on Chen Yi's body. Covered in blood, his vision began to blur from blood loss. Yet, he still hadn't fallen; he never gave up his defense.
"What is the point of your stubborn persistence?" Green Face asked slowly, continuing to strike. "Even if you win this battle, the shackles of Su Nianwan's background cannot be easily removed. The Jianghu is still the Jianghu where the weak are prey to the strong, and the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"The point lies in not letting the evildoers rest easy," Chen Yi responded, panting, his gaze resolute. "Winning doesn't mean everything will change. But if everyone is afraid of sacrifice and chooses silence, then all justice in this world will be trampled underfoot. The entire Su family was slaughtered back then precisely because the opponent held the power and could slaughter at will."
The speed of the soft sword in Green Face's hand suddenly increased. Three consecutive fast attacks compressed Chen Yi's dodging space layer by layer. Chen Yi retreated continuously, stepped on a broken cyan brick, slipped, and lost his center of gravity.
This was the moment!
Seizing the opening, Green Face's soft sword shot like lightning straight toward Chen Yi's left shoulder. Unable to dodge in time, Chen Yi desperately twisted his body at the critical moment, using his right shoulder to take the blow head-on.
With a dull thud, the faint blue sword tip pierced into his flesh.
Chen Yi let out a muffled groan. Enduring the excruciating pain, he used the opportunity of the soft sword piercing his shoulder to throw himself forward不顾一切 (regardless of everything), raising his hand to死死 (firmly) grab Green Face's sword wrist. His palm directly grazed the sharp blade, and in an instant, his palm was slashed to a bloody pulp.
Green Face never expected that the severely wounded, dying Chen Yi would exchange injury for injury to forcefully close the distance. Once the soft sword was locked in close combat, the advantage of its flexible blade was completely lost.
"What?" Green Face was slightly stunned.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Yi used the last ounce of strength in his life to全力 (with all his might) ram his head into Green Face's shoulder.
Green Face hastily raised his hand to block, but the distance was too close to dodge, and he was heavily struck. Stumbling back two steps, Green Face's sword wrist was firmly clamped by Chen Yi, unable to withdraw his weapon.
The two were locked in a close-range stalemate, blood continuously dripping from Chen Yi's arm onto the cyan bricks.
"You're crazy!" For the first time, Green Face's voice carried a hint of a ripple, no longer as tranquil as before.
"Twenty years... I've been prepared to die long ago." Staring into the eyes beneath Green Face's mask, Chen Yi said word by word, "Today, I don't seek to kill you. I only seek the truth. Why was the Su family exterminated back then? Don't try to fob me off with those high-sounding excuses."
Held firmly by him, Green Face couldn't break free for a brief moment. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, finally revealing the secret that had been sealed for twenty years.
"Back then, Secretary Su discovered evidence of a high-ranking official in the imperial court colluding with dark Jianghu forces to smuggle military weapons and raise death squads. That evidence was far more致命 (deadly) than the roster in your hands. The Su family had to disappear; it was that official's order. I was merely a pawn responsible for the execution."
This answer sent a shock through Chen Yi's entire body. For the past twenty years, he had always thought it was merely a feud over interests between Jianghu forces; he had never expected it to involve court power struggles behind the scenes.
By the second-floor window, Su Nianwan trembled all over, her face turning pale instantly. She had always believed her family's destruction was just a Jianghu dispute, never knowing that a court conspiracy was involved behind it. Green Face had never told her this layer of truth all these years.
"So..." Chen Yi's breath grew weaker and weaker, blood loss causing his consciousness to gradually scatter. "Raising Su Nianwan wasn't just about keeping a pawn. It was to keep a descendant of the Su family. If one day you were abandoned by those above, you could use Su Nianwan and the Su family's old case as leverage to protect yourself. From beginning to end, everyone, including yourself, was just a pawn."
Green Face remained silent, not denying it.
Just then, Green Face suddenly exerted force, his other elbow striking Chen Yi's wound viciously. Under the impact of intense pain, Chen Yi's grip on his wrist involuntarily loosened for a split second. Green Face immediately yanked his wrist back, the soft sword sliding out as he retreated rapidly to create distance.
Losing his support, Chen Yi stumbled a few steps and fell to one knee. Bleeding from wounds all over his body, his breath faint, he was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
"The winner and loser are decided." Green Face raised his hand, the tip of the soft sword aimed at Chen Yi, who was kneeling on the ground. "You no longer have the strength to fight."
Chen Yi raised his head, not admitting defeat. Mustering his remaining strength, he slowly reached into his embrace, took out the roll of mulberry paper roster, and held it in his palm.
"I lost this duel. But that doesn't mean the truth will be buried." Chen Yi's voice was hoarse. "The three copies I arranged long ago will still be delivered to Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggar Sect on time. The mastermind behind the scenes, you, and everyone involved in the massacre back then will not escape."
Green Face frowned tightly, "Even if you bring out the roster, you can't change the current situation."
"I don't need to change the present." Chen Yi turned his head to look toward the second-floor window, looking at Su Nianwan, raising his voice as much as possible so she could hear clearly. "Nianwan, I have already told you the truth. How to choose is your freedom. Don't force yourself to bear hatred, nor force yourself to forgive. I only hope that in the future, you can see through all the lies and live a life that truly belongs to you."
Standing by the window, tears finally slid silently down Su Nianwan's cheeks. The cognition built over twenty years collapsed completely at this moment. The benefactor she had always believed in merely treated her as a chip that could be used at any time; the old family affairs she had always believed in hid dark court transactions behind them.
She slowly turned around, quickly left the window, stepped on the wooden stairs, and hurried downstairs. Soon, Su Nianwan walked into the courtyard, standing between Chen Yi and Green Face.
Raising her eyes to look at Green Face, her voice was calm yet无比 (incomparably) resolute: "Green Face, stop. I no longer want to be a pawn, and I no longer want to live inside a lie."
Looking at Su Nianwan blocking in front of Chen Yi, Green Face's pupils contracted slightly beneath his mask. "Nianwan, you must understand, if you leave me, you won't be able to take a single step in the Jianghu."
"Even if I can't take a single step, I will walk my own path," Su Nianwan said, shaking her head gently. "I keep the grace of twenty years of raising me in my heart. But grace cannot cover up crimes. The blood debt of the entire Su family back then cannot continue to be buried."
The situation reversed abruptly. Green Face had originally been confident of victory, but Su Nianwan's choice to stand on the side of the truth at this moment shattered all his arrangements.
The black-clad assassins around the courtyard exchanged glances; no one dared to make a rash move. The Miss Su raised by their leader was now standing on the opposing side, and they didn't know how to act.
Green Face was silent for a long time, then slowly lowered the Ghost Thread soft sword in his hand.
"I didn't expect the ending to be like this," Green Face murmured to himself. "I planned for twenty years, calculating everything, but the only thing I didn't calculate was that Nianwan would be willing to tear apart everything I wove with her own hands."
He slowly raised his hand and took off the grey iron mask on his face. As the mask fell, it revealed a weathered face covered in scars.
"I admit defeat," Green Face said slowly, speaking to everyone in the courtyard. "I am willing to write a confession detailing all the inside information of the Su family massacre back then, and send it along with the roster to the major sects in the Jianghu and the government. I will no longer stop the truth from being made public."
Kneeling on the ground, upon hearing these words, Chen Yi's taut spirit suddenly relaxed. His body swayed slightly, nearly falling to the ground. Xiao Ge immediately hurried forward to support him.
Leaning against the broken wall, Lin Yan felt the unseen dimensional intuition in his heart begin to change. Chen Yi's lifelong obsession had finally reached a grounded result. The mission in this martial arts plane was approaching its end.
The wind blew through the abandoned courtyard of the Su family's old estate, swirling up fallen leaves across the ground. The blood case spanning twenty years had its lies pierced, and the truth was finally about to see the light of day. Yet, everyone knew clearly that after the truth was unveiled, a massive storm would inevitably erupt in both the imperial court and the Jianghu.
"Brother Chen, no!" Xiao Ge struggled forward, trying to stop him. "Your injuries are too severe; you can't withstand more than a few of his moves!"
Chen Yi raised his hand slightly, signaling Xiao Ge to stop. His gaze was calm, the previous struggle and wavering gone from his eyes, leaving only the absolute resolve that had settled over twenty years.
"This is the only chance," Chen Yi said in a low voice. "If I don't accept this duel, none of us will leave this old estate alive today. Green Face's conditions are laid out. Betting on this round still leaves a glimmer of hope."
Green Face raised his hand, signaling all his assassins to retreat and clear the central arena of the courtyard. The black-clad assassins retreated in unison, standing along the courtyard walls with their gazes firmly locked on the two figures in the center, awaiting their leader's orders at any moment.
"You have no weapon." Green Face gently rotated his wrist, the faint blue soft sword tracing a soft yet deadly arc in mid-air. "I can give you a blade."
"No need." Chen Yi shook his head gently. "During the Su family massacre back then, I held a blade in my hand, yet I failed to protect anyone in the estate. After twenty years of scraping by, I no longer cling to weapons. In today's battle, I will fight with this broken body of mine."
By the second-floor window, Su Nianwan leaned forward, her hands tightly gripping the wooden window lattice, her gaze never leaving the center of the courtyard. Her mind was in chaos. Everything Green Face had told her from childhood to adulthood was constantly being assaulted in just half an hour. For the first time, she saw someone willing to pay with their life to demand a justice she had long been taught to forget.
Lin Yan leaned against a broken wall nearby, the wounds on his shoulder and waist bleeding continuously, the Ghost Thread poison persistently eroding his body, his limbs heavy and numb. He barely managed to steady his mind, staring intently at the arena. The unseen intuition in his heart, which maintained the dimensional mission, was tightly linked to Chen Yi's obsession. If Chen Yi lost this battle and died, his obsession would dissipate, the mission would fail, and Lin Yan would be permanently trapped in this martial arts world.
"Make your move," Chen Yi said in a deep voice. He spread his feet, standing firmly in an ancient defensive stance. It was a self-defense technique personally taught to him by Secretary Su back then, which did not excel at fierce attacks but focused on defense and finding openings.
Green Face said no more. His figure suddenly surged forward. The Ghost Thread soft sword struck like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Without the heavy wind of hacking blades, it silently and invisibly thrust straight toward Chen Yi's heart. The soft sword was flexible, its moves unpredictable and ever-changing; it was precisely Green Face's most lethal killing move.
Severely wounded, Chen Yi's footwork was no longer what it used to be. Mustering all his strength, he dodged sideways. The tip of the sword grazed the bandages on his chest, the sharp edge instantly tearing the cloth and bursting the old wound open. Blood gushed out all at once.
Agonizing pain swept through his entire body. Chen Yi let out a muffled groan but did not retreat. He still stared fixedly at Green Face's sword wrist, searching for a flaw.
Missing his first strike, Green Face flipped his wrist. The soft sword suddenly bent, changing from a thrust to a sweep, slashing horizontally across Chen Yi's waist and ribs. Chen Yi quickly drew in his abdomen and stepped back, barely avoiding the attack. The cyan bricks beneath his feet were grazed by the sword's wind, leaving a shallow, thin scratch.
Through two consecutive moves, Chen Yi could only passively dodge, with absolutely no power to counterattack. His severe injuries greatly restricted his movements, his stamina was rapidly consumed, his breathing grew increasingly急促 (rapid), and blood continuously poured from his chest wound.
"Merely dodging won't last long," Green Face said in a flat tone. The soft sword attacked continuously, move after move, pressing closer layer by layer, giving Chen Yi no chance to catch his breath. The soft sword alternated between straight and curved, sometimes winding, sometimes thrusting suddenly. The moves were insidious and poisonous, all aimed at vital points.
Chen Yi gritted his teeth, relying on years of combat experience to predict the sword's path, constantly dodging and maneuvering. But his body ultimately couldn't hold up. He was half a beat too slow in one dodge, and the soft sword entangled his left arm, the blade's tip tearing his flesh.
Blood flowed down his arm.
"Brother Chen!" Xiao Ge cried out in panic, wanting to rush into the arena, but was blocked by two assassins crossing their blades.
Lin Yan wanted to stand up to support him, but the poison had already spread throughout his body. The moment he exerted force, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he could only grit his teeth and watch.
Green Face's assault grew denser, and new wounds multiplied on Chen Yi's body. Covered in blood, his vision began to blur from blood loss. Yet, he still hadn't fallen; he never gave up his defense.
"What is the point of your stubborn persistence?" Green Face asked slowly, continuing to strike. "Even if you win this battle, the shackles of Su Nianwan's background cannot be easily removed. The Jianghu is still the Jianghu where the weak are prey to the strong, and the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"The point lies in not letting the evildoers rest easy," Chen Yi responded, panting, his gaze resolute. "Winning doesn't mean everything will change. But if everyone is afraid of sacrifice and chooses silence, then all justice in this world will be trampled underfoot. The entire Su family was slaughtered back then precisely because the opponent held the power and could slaughter at will."
The speed of the soft sword in Green Face's hand suddenly increased. Three consecutive fast attacks compressed Chen Yi's dodging space layer by layer. Chen Yi retreated continuously, stepped on a broken cyan brick, slipped, and lost his center of gravity.
This was the moment!
Seizing the opening, Green Face's soft sword shot like lightning straight toward Chen Yi's left shoulder. Unable to dodge in time, Chen Yi desperately twisted his body at the critical moment, using his right shoulder to take the blow head-on.
With a dull thud, the faint blue sword tip pierced into his flesh.
Chen Yi let out a muffled groan. Enduring the excruciating pain, he used the opportunity of the soft sword piercing his shoulder to throw himself forward不顾一切 (regardless of everything), raising his hand to死死 (firmly) grab Green Face's sword wrist. His palm directly grazed the sharp blade, and in an instant, his palm was slashed to a bloody pulp.
Green Face never expected that the severely wounded, dying Chen Yi would exchange injury for injury to forcefully close the distance. Once the soft sword was locked in close combat, the advantage of its flexible blade was completely lost.
"What?" Green Face was slightly stunned.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Yi used the last ounce of strength in his life to全力 (with all his might) ram his head into Green Face's shoulder.
Green Face hastily raised his hand to block, but the distance was too close to dodge, and he was heavily struck. Stumbling back two steps, Green Face's sword wrist was firmly clamped by Chen Yi, unable to withdraw his weapon.
The two were locked in a close-range stalemate, blood continuously dripping from Chen Yi's arm onto the cyan bricks.
"You're crazy!" For the first time, Green Face's voice carried a hint of a ripple, no longer as tranquil as before.
"Twenty years... I've been prepared to die long ago." Staring into the eyes beneath Green Face's mask, Chen Yi said word by word, "Today, I don't seek to kill you. I only seek the truth. Why was the Su family exterminated back then? Don't try to fob me off with those high-sounding excuses."
Held firmly by him, Green Face couldn't break free for a brief moment. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, finally revealing the secret that had been sealed for twenty years.
"Back then, Secretary Su discovered evidence of a high-ranking official in the imperial court colluding with dark Jianghu forces to smuggle military weapons and raise death squads. That evidence was far more致命 (deadly) than the roster in your hands. The Su family had to disappear; it was that official's order. I was merely a pawn responsible for the execution."
This answer sent a shock through Chen Yi's entire body. For the past twenty years, he had always thought it was merely a feud over interests between Jianghu forces; he had never expected it to involve court power struggles behind the scenes.
By the second-floor window, Su Nianwan trembled all over, her face turning pale instantly. She had always believed her family's destruction was just a Jianghu dispute, never knowing that a court conspiracy was involved behind it. Green Face had never told her this layer of truth all these years.
"So..." Chen Yi's breath grew weaker and weaker, blood loss causing his consciousness to gradually scatter. "Raising Su Nianwan wasn't just about keeping a pawn. It was to keep a descendant of the Su family. If one day you were abandoned by those above, you could use Su Nianwan and the Su family's old case as leverage to protect yourself. From beginning to end, everyone, including yourself, was just a pawn."
Green Face remained silent, not denying it.
Just then, Green Face suddenly exerted force, his other elbow striking Chen Yi's wound viciously. Under the impact of intense pain, Chen Yi's grip on his wrist involuntarily loosened for a split second. Green Face immediately yanked his wrist back, the soft sword sliding out as he retreated rapidly to create distance.
Losing his support, Chen Yi stumbled a few steps and fell to one knee. Bleeding from wounds all over his body, his breath faint, he was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
"The winner and loser are decided." Green Face raised his hand, the tip of the soft sword aimed at Chen Yi, who was kneeling on the ground. "You no longer have the strength to fight."
Chen Yi raised his head, not admitting defeat. Mustering his remaining strength, he slowly reached into his embrace, took out the roll of mulberry paper roster, and held it in his palm.
"I lost this duel. But that doesn't mean the truth will be buried." Chen Yi's voice was hoarse. "The three copies I arranged long ago will still be delivered to Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggar Sect on time. The mastermind behind the scenes, you, and everyone involved in the massacre back then will not escape."
Green Face frowned tightly, "Even if you bring out the roster, you can't change the current situation."
"I don't need to change the present." Chen Yi turned his head to look toward the second-floor window, looking at Su Nianwan, raising his voice as much as possible so she could hear clearly. "Nianwan, I have already told you the truth. How to choose is your freedom. Don't force yourself to bear hatred, nor force yourself to forgive. I only hope that in the future, you can see through all the lies and live a life that truly belongs to you."
Standing by the window, tears finally slid silently down Su Nianwan's cheeks. The cognition built over twenty years collapsed completely at this moment. The benefactor she had always believed in merely treated her as a chip that could be used at any time; the old family affairs she had always believed in hid dark court transactions behind them.
She slowly turned around, quickly left the window, stepped on the wooden stairs, and hurried downstairs. Soon, Su Nianwan walked into the courtyard, standing between Chen Yi and Green Face.
Raising her eyes to look at Green Face, her voice was calm yet无比 (incomparably) resolute: "Green Face, stop. I no longer want to be a pawn, and I no longer want to live inside a lie."
Looking at Su Nianwan blocking in front of Chen Yi, Green Face's pupils contracted slightly beneath his mask. "Nianwan, you must understand, if you leave me, you won't be able to take a single step in the Jianghu."
"Even if I can't take a single step, I will walk my own path," Su Nianwan said, shaking her head gently. "I keep the grace of twenty years of raising me in my heart. But grace cannot cover up crimes. The blood debt of the entire Su family back then cannot continue to be buried."
The situation reversed abruptly. Green Face had originally been confident of victory, but Su Nianwan's choice to stand on the side of the truth at this moment shattered all his arrangements.
The black-clad assassins around the courtyard exchanged glances; no one dared to make a rash move. The Miss Su raised by their leader was now standing on the opposing side, and they didn't know how to act.
Green Face was silent for a long time, then slowly lowered the Ghost Thread soft sword in his hand.
"I didn't expect the ending to be like this," Green Face murmured to himself. "I planned for twenty years, calculating everything, but the only thing I didn't calculate was that Nianwan would be willing to tear apart everything I wove with her own hands."
He slowly raised his hand and took off the grey iron mask on his face. As the mask fell, it revealed a weathered face covered in scars.
"I admit defeat," Green Face said slowly, speaking to everyone in the courtyard. "I am willing to write a confession detailing all the inside information of the Su family massacre back then, and send it along with the roster to the major sects in the Jianghu and the government. I will no longer stop the truth from being made public."
Kneeling on the ground, upon hearing these words, Chen Yi's taut spirit suddenly relaxed. His body swayed slightly, nearly falling to the ground. Xiao Ge immediately hurried forward to support him.
Leaning against the broken wall, Lin Yan felt the unseen dimensional intuition in his heart begin to change. Chen Yi's lifelong obsession had finally reached a grounded result. The mission in this martial arts plane was approaching its end.
The wind blew through the abandoned courtyard of the Su family's old estate, swirling up fallen leaves across the ground. The blood case spanning twenty years had its lies pierced, and the truth was finally about to see the light of day. Yet, everyone knew clearly that after the truth was unveiled, a massive storm would inevitably erupt in both the imperial court and the Jianghu.