"The Myriad Swords Sect... Heh. Once, it was peerless and independent, solitary and domineering! The Myriad Swords Sect, famed throughout the world for its Lonely Sword Intent, a sect that took pride in its Ten Thousand Souls Sword Dao... and now it has fallen to this. Truly pitiful. Truly laughable!"
Que Xinyan let out a long sigh, then spoke in a deeply apologetic tone. "Master, I can't save you. I'll bury you in the desolate tombs of Forbidden Moon Mountain, to accompany the remains of that old fool, Que De. That old fool was truly useless. When he was alive, he brought ruin to good people and raised a pack of backstabbing, ungrateful wolves. Now that he's dead, no one gives a damn about his promises! He really deserved to die! He truly did!"
As Que Xinyan sighed, his eyes grew bloodshot.
Over the past month, he had become physically and mentally exhausted, battered by endless cold shoulders and ridicule.
