The night was silent… too silent.
A crimson moon hung over the mountains of Lingyun Realm, dyeing the misty clouds with the color of blood.
Somewhere between the whispers of the bamboo forest, a shadow moved faster than the wind.
His name was Shivay — an assassin known only by his code name The Silent Blade.
They said he could kill without sound, vanish without trace, and strike with the precision of fate itself.
But tonight, he wasn't hunting for gold... he was hunting for truth.
The leaves shivered as he leapt from one cliff to another. His black robe fluttered like a dark spirit.
Suddenly, a faint melody floated through the valley — a flute song, sorrowful yet divine.
It froze him mid-air.
He had heard that song once before — in a dream that never belonged to him.
He followed the sound…
At the edge of the Silver Lake, under the crimson moonlight, stood a woman in white.
Her long hair danced with the night wind, and the reflection of the moon glowed in her eyes.
Xue Lan.
She was said to be the last disciple of the Frost Orchid Sect, a clan destroyed years ago.
But she was alive — and her presence felt like fate itself had drawn them together.
> "You shouldn't have come here, assassin," she said softly, her voice calm but her eyes sharp.
"This place remembers blood… and betrayal."
Shivay smiled faintly beneath his mask.
> "And I'm here to find both," he replied.
Their eyes met — one filled with hidden sorrow, the other with unspoken rage.
The crimson moon burned brighter, and the wind howled through the valley.
That night, destiny took its first breath.
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🔥 End of Chapter 1 🔥