In the thirteenth year of Yong Tai, spring.
After the Spring Equinox, a gentle rain persisted.
When the rain stopped and the clouds cleared, the fragrance of grass and trees filled the air.
It was in such a comfortable season that a young man, dressed in white, handsome and upright, stepped out of Wujian Mountain Villa to begin his journey into the Martial Arts world.
The young man's name was Xiao Xuan, and he was twenty years old that year.
Xiao Xuan's father, Xiao Zhun, when young, also had his entanglements with numerous women. However, in the end, of the "endless waters, he only took a single ladle," and never took any other concubines; he didn't even consider remarrying after his wife died in childbirth, even though he was not even thirty at the time—an inconceivable notion for that era.
But Xiao Zhun was willing.
From that point on, in Xiao Zhun's life, only two things mattered: one was swordsmanship, and the other was Xiao Xuan.
