In the summer of the 5898th year of the Daxing era, a Sword Sect disciple walked into the boundless, snowy mountains of Tianji Pavilion and began to attempt a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm.
At the same time, a grassland maiden rode her little horse, carrying her curved saber on her back, as she set out from the vast, untamed grasslands and headed south.
These were merely two mundane, quiet occurrences, yet they happened entirely outside the scope of fate's calculations.
Chapter 104