Wilderness.
A young-looking cultivator, dressed in coarse linen, carrying a broad sword on his back, walks toward a distant city under the setting sun.
Trailing behind him is a boy of around fifteen or sixteen.
An Chuzhi stops and takes out a jade pendant from his bosom, handing it over: "Inside, is the lifetime learning of our senior brothers and myself, from here onward, it belongs to you."
The boy silently accepts the jade pendant.
"Go on."
An Chuzhi smiles and pats his shoulder: "Having walked this path so far, there's nothing more that I can teach you."
The boy asks, "And you, Master Uncle?"
An Chuzhi says with enlightenment: "I have to leave too. You are now the sole heir of our Heavenly Sword Sect, you must cultivate diligently, and do not break the sect's legacy."
"Master Uncle."
The boy clutches the jade pendant tightly, his voice trembling: "In the future, I promise I'll avenge you!"
"Wrong."
