Overnight, the Shengyuan Fu Family's estate was burned to the ground.
Under the cover of the hazy night, Fu Zheng drove an ox-cart, setting out with the few remaining children of the family.
"A hundred years ago, besides our ancestor Fu Xuan, there was another astonishingly talented and remarkable figure in the Martial World."
"He was known as the Demon Saber!"
"He wielded a strange long saber, said to have the power to control men's minds, and roamed the Martial World undefeated."
Fu Zheng flicked the reins, urging the cart along the mountain path as he spoke:
"His endless evil deeds provoked public outrage, and in the end, our ancestor took action and struck him down. With his death, his legacy was severed."
"The Demon Saber?" Zhu Ju, riding his horse alongside, turned his head and asked:
"That saber..."
"Destroyed!" Fu Zheng shook his head.
