All the matters in the mortal world are swept away by the western wind, only the vast river flows day and night.
The rushing waters of Pearl Lake once witnessed the greatness and legend of this lineage, and once mourned and wept for its demise and obliteration.
That night, the crimson blood stained the tidal lake, and white bones were buried on the hill.
More than thirty years have passed, who still remembers the former glory of this lineage?
The remnants of survivors are but ghosts walking in the crevices of the mortal world; upon seeing old friends again, hair has turned gray, and time has long seized the youthful radiance, leaving only the lineage's blood and hate, killing and slaughter.
Zhang Tianyang, when this name was uttered from the mouth of Celestial Master Bei Zhang, reverberating on the long-abandoned old street, heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself froze at that moment.
