The world praises the mystery of the Canglang Sword Manual and the wonder of the Star Stealer, yet none know t…
The world praises the mystery of the Canglang Sword Manual and the wonder of the Star Stealer, yet none know the sorrow of our plight in the Wolf Mountain Battle.
Back then, my fellow disciples and I journeyed to Wolf Mountain in search of the manual's secrets. My younger martial sister, using her peerless agility, claimed the scroll. But soon after, Khitan cavalry invaded, displacing commoners who fled to Wolf Mountain for refuge. A true hero defends the nation and its people—how could we turn them away? Yet the mountains proved treacherous: heavy snow sealed the paths, supplies ran dry, and Khitans besieged us. After ten days and nights, the dead and wounded lay everywhere. My eldest martial brother and youngest disciple fought bravely, but fell by enemy blades. Strangely, as the commoners perished, they sacrificed themselves to buy us escape. After the battle, my sister vanished without a trace, and I fled to the Ghostlight Market to heal my wounds.
For over a decade, my confusion has grown: if a single blade cannot bear the world's burdens, how should a hero act?