Zhaang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a bitter smile on his face.
He knew that he and his mother had now had a complete falling-out.
But he did not regret it.
'My destiny is my own. I must keep it in my own hands and never let others arrange it for me.
Not even my mother.'
Zhaang Ye let out a low sigh, his hand tightly gripping the Purple Copper Thick-Backed Saber.
His family had grown distant, but fortunately, he still had his Thick-Backed Saber.
'Perhaps, from now on, this Thick-Backed Saber will be my closest companion.'
'People change, but a saber never does.'
'May this saber rest perfectly in my hand and fight alongside me for all eternity.'
A faint, serene smile touched Zhaang Ye's lips as he closed his eyes and began to contemplate his Saber Technique.
...
Three days later, nine chimes—DONG, DONG, DONG—suddenly rang out from the Zhaang Mansion.
