The Confucian Great Virtue chuckled. The Demon Sect Saintess stifled a laugh. And the man who sold candied hawthorns—once the greatest Swordsman in the world—slowly began to speak:
"You… were born extraordinary."
"How extraordinary??" The young man grew even more puzzled.
After a long silence,
The man who was once the world's greatest Swordsman, and now its second, slowly recounted:
"Twenty-four years ago, the Celestial Vault shattered. The phantom of a Cyan Lamp appeared, illuminating infinite worlds with boundless light.
Then, a colossal, Heaven-Reaching hand stretched across All Realms… and cast your soul down!"
The young man was dumbfounded.
He was silent for a long moment, then his voice grew heavy as he asked:
"So, everything about my life, from the very beginning… was all just because of… that hand?"
But the Demon Sect Saintess stepped forward, straightened the young man's clothes, and shook her head, saying:
"Maybe it started that way, but later… it wasn't!"
