Prologue: A Story of One Day
In the Nine Provinces, armed martial artists are a dime a dozen. It is, without a doubt, the age of the sword.
Righteousness and chivalry. Some drew their blades for these noble values.
Pleasure and amusement, wealth and fame. Others wielded their swords for purely personal desires.
The girl stared at the massive gates before her.
Built by an unorthodox sect that had grown powerful amidst the chaotic times, the grand manor loomed, constructed from the blood and sweat of the innocent.
But none of that mattered to her.
The girl did not yet know the meaning of righteousness or chivalry.
Nor did she covet wealth and glory.
Yet, she drew her sword and cried out.
“Go tell the Nine-Death Blood Lord, Dan Joyang.”
To exact vengeance, and to understand the true meaning of righteousness and chivalry.
“Tell him the Sword Empress has arrived!”
The girl, Yoo Jeong, claimed her master's name as her own.