The room fell silent.
Yunso didn’t speak nor did he move.
He simply stared at Anyu Feng.
The two looked at one another for what felt like an eternity.
Neither of them said a word.
Yunso’s eyes slowly dropped to the bowl of porridge he was holding.
Just a little while ago, the food had looked really appetizing, but now it seemed completely flavorless.
He remained silent.
Anyu Feng said nothing either.
There was nothing he could say that would make the pain any easier to bear.
The truth was finally out.
Su Qing had passed away.
Time seemed to drag on before Yunso finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.
“…Where is he?”
Anyu Feng looked at him.
“…”
“Where’s my master’s body?”
A shadow crossed Anyu’s eyes, and then he spoke.
“I buried him.”
Yunso’s grip on the wooden bowl tightened, his fingers wrapping around it firmly.
It seemed like he was on the verge of speaking again, but the moment passed, leaving an unsettling silence.
He slowly put the bowl down next to him, then lifted his head up.
“Take me there.”
The request was simple, yet the weight behind it was heavier than any mountain.
Anyu Feng looked at the boy’s face, and she didn’t see any tears, just a deep sadness that seemed too much for someone so young to handle.
He waited for a while, then slowly nodded his head.
“Alright.
I’ll take you.”
Anyu Feng took Yunso back to the place where he used to live.
The trip was really quiet.
But as they got closer, Yunso started walking slower and slower.
As he stood there, his gaze drifted over the devastated land.
The fields, once so meticulously cared for, were now utterly destroyed, their beauty lost forever.
The workshop, where he had spent countless hours learning the art of sword-making, lay in ruins, its remains reduced to a pile of charred and smoldering debris.
And the house, once filled with the warm sounds of laughter and love, now stood as a hollow shell, a haunting reminder of what had been lost.
The scene before him was one of utter desolation, a stark contrast to the vibrant and thriving home he had once known.
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The pain that tore across his eyes and his master’s final moments.
Yunso unconsciously clenched his fists.
Anyu walked quietly, not saying a word, until they came to a stop in front of a small grave that was nestled beneath the branches of a solitary tree.
“…He’s here.”
Yunso slowly lifted his head.
A simple wooden grave marker stood before him.
There were no grand decorations, just a name.
Sun Yunso stood frozen, his eyes fixed on something, for what felt like an eternity.
Then, without warning, his knees buckled and he crumpled to the ground, collapsing in front of the grave.
“Master.”
His voice barely escaped his lips.
He thought he had cried all he could, but the tears came back again.
They dropped to the ground one by one, right in front of the grave.
“I…I’m sorry.
If only…If only I had been stronger.
I could’ve protected you.”
His shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
“I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t even save the person who gave me everything.”
Anyu moved quietly, his footsteps making no sound.
He reached out and gently placed a hand on Yunso’s shoulder, his touch soft and calming.
“No.”
Yunso didn’t look up.
Anyu’s voice remained calm.
“This wasn’t your fault.”
He looked toward Su Qing’s grave.
“There was a reason…why he died.”
The breeze moved softly over the hill, taking the quietness with it that had grown between them.
Yunso’s head rose slowly, his eyes brimming with tears, locking onto Anyu Feng’s.
“What do you mean?”
Anyu paused, taking a moment to think before speaking.
“Your master didn’t die by accident, it was a deliberate act, a planned execution, someone made sure he was killed.”
Yunso’s eyes widened.
“Execution?”
Anyu nodded.
“There was a false accusation.
A man of great importance was murdered and someone had to take the blame.”
Yunso listened without interrupting.
Anyu’s expression darkened.
“The Four Great Families said they already knew who the killer was, but they still needed someone to blame, someone the people would believe in.
And that person was supposed to be…”
Sun Yunso already knew the answer.
“…Was my master.”
Anyu slowly nodded.
“Su Qing.
He was branded the murderer before anyone ever searched for the truth.
The sentence was decided long before the execution.”
Yunso stared at the grave before him.
His fists tightened until his nails dug into his palms.
“They…killed an innocent man.”
The words hung there, filled with a silent anger that was just starting to grow.
Anyu nodded in agreement.
“So if you want revenge, you have to go after the four greater families and the people who were sent, most likely assassins since his execution was branded as a bounty.
But you don’t have to go that path.”
“No, I have to.
I must…cut them all down.”
Sun Yunso had chosen his destiny and there was nothing that Anyu Feng could have done.
“Okay if that’s what you want.
Then I’ll let you go.
But in order to actually proceed in your revenge, you need to learn how to use Seidan first.”
Sun Yunso glared at Anyu Feng with confusion.
“Seidan, what is that?”
“I can’t explain much to you since it’s too complicated but there are some books you can read, I think Su Qing had some in his storage.
So you’ll use them and get stronger in order to exact your revenge.”
Sun Yunso didn’t know what to say and just nodded his head.
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A few hours passed and Sun Yunso was holding a burning stick in his hand, there was only one job for it.
He set it next to the estate gate and it slowly started to burn and the flames spread all across the place.
Sun Yunso and Anyu Feng both glared at the burning estate with sorrow in their eyes, mostly Yunso as this was what he called home at some point.
“Yunso, it’s time to leave.”
“Alright Mr.
Anyu.”
Yunso had the books that he was told about and a sword in both of his hands and he tightly held them.