After my eldest brother's death, I have asked myself countless times what he wanted to say to me before he died, but there was no answer.

Until today, I finally understand that he wanted to tell me that our grandfather is actually not dead.

I used to hate him for knowing that the person I wanted to kill was my grandfather, but he kept it from me. He let me wield the sword and made me kill my own loved one again, making me hate myself even more.

For my sake, my eldest brother became the person I disdain in my eyes. He carried my misunderstanding until his last breath, never uttering a word in defense for himself.

For me, my grandfather agreed to my eldest brother's proposal and sacrificed half of his essence to create another self, for me to slay and fulfill the task my mother gave me. So much so that when I returned to the Wuzhen Clan, he didn't have the chance to say a word before feigning death and resting in eternal sleep.

They bore the pain, grievances, and life and death, but they never told me a word.

It's truly heartless.

I buried the last remaining bottle of my father's ashes under the maple tree in the back mountain of Wuzhen, fulfilling his final wish.

It turns out that my father loved watching the mist brushing the peaks, the surging sea of clouds. He loved listening to the sound of the pine waves, and he loved the phoenix birds soaring in the clouds, serene and splendid, peaceful and magnificent.

It turns out that Wuzhen is truly beautiful, so beautiful that something in my heart suddenly loosened.