Chapter 1077
Screeeech—
At the very moment the condensed life force within was about to burst past its limits—
"Chief. Release your killing intent immediately."
Yet an unexpected reply came.
"I refuse."
Sa-u shook his head.
"I know your martial arts are extraordinary. However—"
He looked down at his own body.
"The power engraved in this flesh is something even I cannot yet control."
Then he added,
"If my killing heart erupts and I become the Killing Ghost, not even the Pavilion Lord himself could stop me."
"I am aware."
Bu Eun-seol spoke as though taking an oath.
"Even if it costs me my life, I will ensure such a thing never comes to pass."
A heat intense enough to melt iron rose from his pupils.
Then, he drew out an ancient, weathered command plaque from his robes.
"The Wolf Token?"
Sa-u's eyes widened.
How could this lost sacred relic of Langya Pavilion be in his possession?
"The Pavilion Lord commanded me to keep it."
Bu Eun-seol explained in detail how he had acquired the Wolf Token.
After hearing the full story, Sa-u let out a deep sigh.
"Why go to such lengths for me?"
"Grandfather lived a life of atonement, just like you."
Bu Eun-seol continued,
"And had he been alive, he would have surely found a way to mend the fractures in your spirit and mind to aid you."
"My life should have ended long ago."
"Have you completed your atonement?"
Bu Eun-seol pressed earnestly.
"Ending one's life is easy. But to continue living while bearing the weight of one's sins—that is something few can endure."
Having witnessed his grandfather's life firsthand, Bu Eun-seol knew this truth all too well.
"...Yes, I am afraid."
Sa-u admitted frankly.
"Of continuing to live through such torment."
If he were to go on like this—
Every night in his dreams, he would hear the agonized groans and see the faces of those who had died by his hand.
"Grandfather once said,"
Bu Eun-seol spoke in a voice thick with emotion,
"Becoming an undertaker was his way of atonement."
Bu Jan-yang had never explicitly said those words to him.
But now, after traveling the martial world and uncovering every detail of his grandfather's life, Bu Eun-seol understood.
That his grandfather had sent off the dead with such devotion—out of a heart seeking redemption.
"Every day as he prepared the dead, Grandfather must have recalled those who perished by his hand. And that pain was surely greater than death itself."
Bu Eun-seol continued,
"Yet he endured that suffering, meticulously dressing the deceased to restore them to their living likeness."
"......"
"And through that, he found salvation."
Bu Eun-seol's eyes brimmed with longing as he spoke.
"There is no end to atonement—but he must have realized that through it, one can still find peace."
Sa-u took a deep breath.
Hearing Bu Eun-seol's words, he felt the agonizing, tormented life of that peerless swordsman resonate within his own heart.
"No end to atonement... yet through it, peace..."
Unconsciously, he murmured the words under his breath.
Could he face that suffering head-on, day after day?
Could he find peace through atonement?
"...Very well."
Sa-u nodded as if resolved.
"In the worst case, you will handle it."
The Life-and-Death Combat Formation Bu Eun-seol had created—
Overlaid with the Gongson Clan's formation secrets—was not something even Sa-u at full strength could easily break.
Moreover, Bu Eun-seol held the Wolf Token, proof of Ak Mu-ryeong's recognition...
In the worst case, he would surely put an end to Sa-u himself.
"Of course."
"I had resolved to die by the Pavilion Lord's hand, but—"
Sa-u nodded again.
"You are his chosen successor, soon to lead Langya Pavilion. There is little difference."
Taking another deep breath, Sa-u gave a final nod.
"I will trust you."
Huuuung—
Then, he severed the Clear Mind Secret he had been forcibly maintaining, accelerating the collapse of his spirit and mind.
Crack—
Bone-chilling sounds echoed from Sa-u's body as his skin turned deathly pale, his face gaunt as if starved for days.
Yet the energy coursing through him grew sharper, more lethal.
With the foundation of his spirit now fully shattered, granting him infinite killing intent, his very form transformed—
Into something as razor-edged as a blade.
Zzzzziiing—
Sa-u's pupils darkened into pitch black.
Simultaneously, hundreds of blades began materializing in the air.
Like the Heavenly Killing Star.
An endless surge of killing intent forged blades capable of slicing through anything.
Sssssssss—
The blades multiplied without cease.
Because the killing intent itself was limitless.
They filled the sky, an unending tide of destruction.
'No wonder the Pavilion Lord was wary.'
If someone capable of endlessly manifesting blades with such infinite killing intent were to become the Killing Ghost—
Even a city like Chengdu would be reduced to ruins in a single day.
There was absolutely no room for error.
Zzzziiing—
Bu Eun-seol unleashed Phantom Restoration first.
Immediately, Sa-u's gaze dulled, and the creation of blades halted.
'Got it.'
Simultaneously, strange patterns began etching themselves into the ground as the surrounding grass burst into vibrant green.
When he invoked the Ink Soul First Form, the Heavenly Light Endless Art manifested naturally in the shape of Natural Qi, breathing life into the mountains, rivers, and vegetation.
Kukukuku—
The earth itself began to tremble.
The distance between Sa-u and Bu Eun-seol was barely ten paces.
Moreover, due to the rippling energy of the Ink Soul First Form, the ground quaked violently, and tiny fissures began forming in the Life-and-Death Combat Formation—a construct layered with ancient Formation Study principles.
"Grrrrrr—"
Sa-u, his eyes now completely white,
"Raaaaaagh!"
scampered on all fours like a beast, moving with terrifying speed.
Instinctively sensing that the Ink Soul First Form would deal a devastating blow to his body, he evaded like lightning, desperately trying to avoid the sword technique.
'The Phantom Restoration has shattered.'
Pat, pat!
Sa-u's figure had already vanished.
His speed was so blinding that even tracking him with the eyes was impossible—as if he had evaporated into thin air.
"......"
Bu Eun-seol stood motionless, his eyes closed.
Just like when he first learned the Beast Path.
The foundational martial art of Langya Pavilion.
A pinnacle body technique that pushed the body's physical limits to their extremes—the Beast Path.
Back on Hell Island, Bu Eun-seol had mastered this Secret Art first to survive.
To maximize his body's innate strength.
To gain rapid recovery and tenacious vitality, ensuring he could endure even the most extreme conditions.
Moreover, this Secret Art granted him reflexes as swift as light and Extrasensory Perception.
'Pavilion Master Sa is a master who has pushed the Beast Path to its limits.'
Bu Eun-seol was doubly cautious.
Because Sa-u, having reached Great Completion in the Beast Path,
could evade fatal attacks and find an opening in any situation.
'I must target a single point.'
Sa-u's body harbored an energy more intense than even the Saint's.
Rather than dispersing the Ink Soul First Form in waves like before, he needed to concentrate it into a single, precise strike.
Pat! Pat!
Still, Sa-u's figure remained undetectable, his movements unseen.
But to Bu Eun-seol—who had endured countless battles, big and small—faint afterimages flickered intermittently in his vision.
Giiiiing—
As if understanding Bu Eun-seol's intent,
the Ink Soul Sword hummed softly, continuously condensing the energy of the Ink Soul First Form.
Murmur, murmur—
Meanwhile, a thick fog spread throughout the Life-and-Death Combat Formation.
Sa-u, too, was preparing to bring Bu Eun-seol down.
By erasing all Bu Eun-seol's senses and turning the space within thirty jang into his own Domain.
A wave of Killing Intent unfurled.
Zzzzzzt—
When the energy of the Ink Soul First Form clashed with the waves Sa-u had unleashed, sparks erupted in midair.
The Ink Soul First Form, manipulating the energy of life.
The endless, lethal fog of Sa-u's Killing Intent.
Which would strike first?
Flash!
For an instant, a brilliant light flared in Bu Eun-seol's pupils.
He had detected Sa-u's presence first.
Zzzzing—
A mysterious pattern etched itself beneath his feet as a radiant point of light bloomed from the Ink Soul Sword, gripped in a reverse hold.
Ink Soul First Form.
The absolute sword technique created by Baekri Mu-ha unfolded once more in Bu Eun-seol's hand.
KWA-RUNG!
With a thunderclap that shook heaven and earth, Thunder Essence Divine Qi surged forth.
Followed by Water Essence Divine Qi, cold as frozen river currents.
And then, Wind & Cloud Divine Qi, coiling around everything like an all-encompassing gale.
Though the Heaven and Earth Divine Artifact was missing, preventing complete unification,
the life-infused wave of energy
became a tidal wave that devoured everything, swallowing Sa-u in an instant.
KIIIIAAAA—! CRASH!
A scream, as if space itself were twisting, tore through the air as the black fog scattered like shattered glass.
Fwoosh— Chiiii—
And there, revealed amidst the chaos, stood Sa-u.
Thud.
He knelt on one knee, trembling violently.
The blazing light in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by an expression of exhaustion and confusion.
Filled with pain, regret, and the fleeting nature of life itself.
'Did it work?'
Bu Eun-seol took a deep breath.
Through the Ink Soul First Form,
he had finally purged the abnormal turbulence in Sa-u's Spirit and Mind.
"Hall Master."
Bu Eun-seol approached with a relieved expression.
But the moment he reached out to support him—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion sent his body flying dozens of paces back.
"Haaa—"
Sa-u's eyes darkened once more, and sinister smoke billowed from his lips.
'A failure?'
SHIIING!
Bu Eun-seol immediately tried to deploy the Ink Soul First Form again.
Chiii—
White smoke rose from Bu Eun-seol's chest.
The vile Killing Intent Sa-u had unleashed had penetrated his body,
shattering his inner purity and rendering him unable to manifest the technique.
'Damn it.'
"KAAAH!"
In that moment, Sa-u let out a grotesque battle cry and lunged at Bu Eun-seol like a madman.
Flick! Chiii!
Hundreds of streaks of light pierced into his body, emitting white smoke.
The reason Sa-u had risen to the position of a hall master at such a young age was not only because he possessed talent worthy of being called Innate Martial Bone, but also because he had studied and refined the Langya Pavilion Martial Arts with his extraordinary wisdom.
Now, with a near-perfect body granted by Pa-myeong and his innate combat instincts added on top—
No matter what martial art he unleashed, he could pour forth attacks approaching the Ultimate Transcendence, flawless in execution.
Shwaaak!
At that moment, like a flower bud bursting into full bloom, black True Qi radiance erupted from Bu Eun-seol's body, coiling around Sa-u.
He was deploying the Willful True Binding—
Desperately trying to suppress Sa-u's rampage and subdue him once more.
"Kaaaah!"
But it was far from easy.
Realizing the sheer power of Bu Eun-seol's martial arts, Sa-u refused to engage head-on. Instead, he moved at blinding speeds, hurling blades of True Qi forged from Killing Intent from a distance—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
—while simultaneously attempting to shatter the Life-and-Death Combat Formation at every opportunity.
'Do I have to send the faction leader off after all?'
If Sa-u escaped now—
An unstoppable massacre would unfold.
Kwa-rung!
Bu Eun-seol drew upon his Internal Power to its absolute limit.
There was no other way.
He had to put an end to Sa-u's life—to ensure he would suffer no longer.
To prevent another tragedy like the slaughter of Mokga Village.
Kiiiiii—
From the Ink Soul Sword, which had been radiating life energy, a piercing shriek tore through the air.
At last, he unleashed the Bloody Tears Seven Forms—the absolute sword art that brought death to all things.
Pat!
Sa-u halted his assault and vanished at the speed of light.
He had discerned the deathly energy imbued within the Bloody Tears Seven Forms and sought to avoid a direct clash.
Pat! Pat!
To sever Sa-u's breath, Bu Eun-seol had to land a decisive strike—
But against an opponent moving at such blinding speeds, even the Bloody Tears Seven Forms couldn't cut him down.
'Fine.'
Kwaaang!
Bu Eun-seol channeled the Heavenly Light Endless Art at full power, merging it with the Bloody Tears Seven Forms.
Swish. Shwiriririk.
In an instant, the surrounding thirty jang began filling with pitch-black sword energy.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Blood vessels bulged in Bu Eun-seol's eyes.
Even with boundless Internal Power, even with his martial arts at their peak—
Filling an entire thirty jang with sword energy was virtually impossible.
But even if his body shattered in the attempt, Bu Eun-seol would stop Sa-u from committing further atrocities.
Was it coincidence?
Tuk.
As if wielding the mysteries of the Wind & Cloud Divine Qi—
Sa-u slipped through a sliver of space between the cascading sword energy, but something fell from his body.
A shard of the gourd bottle—
The same one Bu Eun-seol had once given him, shared between them in childhood alongside So-jeon.
Chiiiik.
Before he knew it, Sa-u reappeared, black smoke curling off him.
The moment he saw the fallen gourd shard, clarity flickered in his eyes.
"I've caused you trouble."
Sa-u smiled—a noble, dignified smile.
"Now... finish it."
Click.
Bu Eun-seol bit his lip and tightened his grip on the Ink Soul Sword.
That benevolent smile—more concerned for the living than for his own dying self—
It was the exact same smile his grandfather had worn just before passing away.
Ziiiiing.
As excruciating sorrow and agony consumed him—
Kiiiiii!
The deathly sword energy of the Bloody Tears Seven Forms intensified even further.
In that moment, Bu Eun-seol realized one thing.
'My emotions were the problem.'
To execute the Bloody Tears Seven Forms, the wielder too must enter the realm of death.
The reason his grandfather had been able to become the Invincible Saber Master—
The reason he could unleash the Bloody Tears Seven Forms—
Was because, in that instant, he became death itself, rejecting all other forces.
'I only used the Ink Soul First Form to save the faction leader.'
But he himself had not reached the realm of life, nor had he devised a complete inner cultivation formula capable of manipulating life energy.
Thus, when he deployed the Ink Soul First Form, its essence couldn't reach Sa-u.
'But the Martial Emperor's Enlightenment... No, I can't.'
Right now, Bu Eun-seol's heart was filled with grief and anguish.
How could he suddenly see the world as bright and beautiful?
"Bu Eun-seol."
Sa-u spoke with difficulty.
"Hurry."
Plop.
A single tear trailed from the corner of Sa-u's eye.
He was forcing a smile, but the pain and torment were so unbearable that tears spilled despite himself.
'Was Father always happy and at peace?'
Impossible. He couldn't have seen the world as beautiful all the time.
The Ink Soul First Form had been created—
To save those who, against their will, committed sins and lived lives drowned in suffering and sorrow.
'Death...'
Perhaps the Ink Soul First Form, like his grandfather's Bloody Tears Seven Forms, was closer to death.
Because those consumed by Soul-Demon Magic Energy—
Ultimately longed for complete death.
Every human being desires to conclude their journey with exhilaration and die without regrets.
But what of those whose bodies were stolen by the True Demon and the Three Attendants?
Aren't they doomed to live lives of endless torment, craving death?
Ink Soul First Form was created to save those burdened with such sorrow—
to grant them the most complete death imaginable.
'Life blooming from death.'
Ziiing.
Once again, a mysterious pattern manifested beneath Bu Eun-seol's feet.
The pattern began from the scabbard of the Ink Soul Sword, crawled up the sword's length... and finally etched itself onto his forearm.
"Haaahp!"
Having finally perfected the full execution of Ink Soul First Form, Bu Eun-seol poured all his strength into unleashing it upon Sa-u.
Paaaaah!
For an instant, a light of life dyed the entire world white—
Shuuuu...
—before slowly fading away.
As the light vanished, Sa-u stood frozen in a daze.
The fractures in his mind, torn apart by his torment, had gradually mended under Ink Soul First Form, restoring his spirit and mind to their ordinary state.
Whoooosh.
The aftermath of Ink Soul First Form—
Ruuuumble.
—even dissolved the Life-and-Death Combat Formation that had sealed the area, dispersing it as naturally as morning mist.
"Pavilion Lord."
Sheathing his sword, Bu Eun-seol swiftly approached Sa-u, who still stood motionless.
"Are you all right?"
Sa-u, still blank-faced, spent a long moment assessing his own condition.
"Perhaps."
He nodded at Bu Eun-seol.
"It seems... resolved."
The twisted entanglement of killing intent and Emptiness—which he had been forced to suppress over and over through the Clear Mind Secret—
was no longer there.
"What a relief."
Bu Eun-seol wiped his sweat away and smiled brightly.
At last, through Ink Soul First Form—
he had saved someone suffering just as his father had.
"The Pavilion Lord might arrive soon. I'll quickly send word through the Death Soul Squad."
"Do you think the Pavilion Lord will listen?"
Ak Mu-ryeong, the Human Demon and lord of Langya Pavilion, was a man who kept his word even if the heavens collapsed.
Even if Bu Eun-seol explained Ink Soul First Form, Ak Mu-ryeong would never let Sa-u live—not when leaving him alive meant leaving behind future trouble.
"Then I'll have no choice but to use this."
Bu Eun-seol grinned as he pulled out the Wolf Token from his robes.
Though he had not yet formally ascended to the position of Pavilion Lord, Ak Mu-ryeong had already acknowledged him as such.
No matter how deaf Ak Mu-ryeong was to the words of others, even he would not disregard the authority of the Wolf Token.
"two hours—no, just fifteen minutes. Please wait. I'll issue the Pavilion Lord's decree through the Death Soul Squad."
Mokga Village was deep in the mountains.
To mobilize the Death Soul Squad's intelligence network, he would have to descend to Chengdu.
"Understood."
As Sa-u nodded—
Paaang!
—Bu Eun-seol instantly shot into the sky like lightning, vanishing into the distance.
"Huuu..."
Sa-u exhaled deeply as he watched him go.
From that single glimpse of his movement technique, he could tell that Bu Eun-seol's True Martial Scripture had already far surpassed his own.
"How impermanent time is."
Once, Sa-u had been nominated as the successor to lead Langya Pavilion—after shedding the weakness of his flesh.
But seeing Bu Eun-seol now, he realized anew that he was never fit to inherit the Pavilion Lord's seat.
As he shook his head ruefully and turned to leave—
Kuuuung!
—a tremor shook the earth as if heaven and earth themselves were collapsing.
Flutter, flutter!
Suddenly, flocks of mountain birds took to the sky at once, and the entire bamboo forest began to darken.
Kuuung... Kuuuung...
The tremors grew stronger—
Swoosh.
—until finally, from the shadows, a massive silhouette with sulfur-yellow eyes slowly took form.
The Human Demon.
Ak Mu-ryeong.
A peerless Great Demon who ruled the world.
True to his word, he had come to kill Sa-u—slowly stepping into the bamboo forest.
Flicker, flicker.
Ak Mu-ryeong's sulfur-yellow eyes burned like wildfire, and his hands brimmed with energy capable of toppling the world.
'So this, too, is fate.'
Sa-u's expression, instead, grew serene.
'Even if I explained everything that happened, nothing would change.'
Looking back, there was no guarantee that Bu Eun-seol's sword technique was flawless—his spirit and mind could fracture again at any moment.
"Disciple... has long awaited this day."
Sa-u knelt calmly.
Ak Mu-ryeong had kept his promise.
And so, he too would offer no excuses—only uphold that priceless vow.
"Thank you... for allowing me to die as a disciple of this Pavilion."
Back straight, Sa-u closed his eyes.
Even in death, he would meet his end with the dignity befitting a disciple of Langya Pavilion.
Kukukuku...
The earth shook as if in an earthquake—
Then, from Ak Mu-ryeong's towering form, gazing down at the kneeling Sa-u with sulfur-yellow eyes, an overwhelming surge of True Qi erupted.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, he raised a massive palm—large as a cauldron lid—high into the air—
BANG!
—and brought it down upon Sa-u's skull without mercy.
Crack! Drip, drip...
From Sa-u's kneeling form, fresh blood poured forth without pause.
Yet he remained kneeling upright, a faint smile still lingering at the corners of his lips.
'I have no regrets.'
As his consciousness faded, Sa-u smiled.
Though he hadn't fully atoned for everything,
he had spent his time without regret, and left behind a second self in Bu Eun-seol.
For a martial artist in his prime, this was the most exhilarating conclusion to life's journey he could have wished for.
'I'm sorry.'
Sa-u felt a pang of guilt.
Bu Eun-seol would surely fail to understand his decision and drown in grief.
'But this is the inevitable order of things.'
Even if he pondered it a hundred, a thousand times—
he could never trade another's life as collateral to save his own.
'.......'
Yet something felt strange.
Though his consciousness grew dimmer, the thoughts in his mind refused to cease.
'Could this be what death is like?'
That even when a person dies, their thoughts never end,
and their soul becomes part of this vast universe, drifting endlessly?
When he opened his eyes in bewilderment—
"......."
—he saw the Pavilion Lord gazing down at him with piercing eyes.
He hadn't died.
"How—?"
As Sa-u's lips trembled, Ak Mu-ryeong let out a derisive snort.
"That brat must've invoked some form of Harmonization. He unblocked three of the four sealed acupoints that had been stubbornly clogged."
The "brat" unmistakably referred to Bu Eun-seol.
In truth, Ak Mu-ryeong had long sought a way to restore Sa-u's body.
But whatever Pa-myeong had done,
the four acupoints had been bizarrely obstructed.
Not even Ak Mu-ryeong's power could break through them.
At a glance, they seemed fixed in one place, yet they shifted unpredictably,
constantly moving to torment Sa-u.
But when he arrived, he found Bu Eun-seol executing an enigmatic Sword Form upon Sa-u.
Puzzled, he silently observed.
In that instant, from Bu Eun-seol's sword,
a mysterious ripple and vitality—undetectable to ordinary martial artists—radiated from the Muk-hon Sword.
And then, three of Sa-u's sealed acupoints were perfectly cleared, weren't they?
Once he grasped the situation, the moment Bu Eun-seol left, Ak Mu-ryeong revealed himself.
Without hesitation, he channeled his lifelong cultivation and struck the final remaining acupoint—
the Hundred Meetings acupoint—with his palm, shattering the blockage.
"The last one wasn't difficult to open."
Understanding the situation, Sa-u bowed his head, voice trembling.
"Pavilion Lord."
Ak Mu-ryeong was known as a Great Demon—a being devoid of emotion, blood, or tears.
Sa-u had only ever followed his master, Neung Gak, respecting Ak Mu-ryeong but always fearing him.
—The Pavilion Lord isn't that kind of person.
Though Neung Gak had often said so, Sa-u never believed it. No, he couldn't.
After all, Ak Mu-ryeong hadn't batted an eye as Langya Pavilion disciples died one after another.
—He sees through everything.
But his master Neung Gak had spoken the truth.
Though the Pavilion Lord's exterior seemed endlessly ruthless, he possessed insight that pierced through all things.
He ignored the deaths of his disciples because he knew even his power couldn't save them.
And so, day and night, he researched martial arts,
striving to find a way to ensure no more disciples would perish.
Just as he had now.
Drip.
Tears streamed down Sa-u's face, overwhelmed by emotion.
"You wretch!"
In an instant, Ak Mu-ryeong roared, unleashing a terrifying pressure.
Sa-u, still bowing, couldn't withstand it and vomited blood violently.
The energy crushed his body as if grinding his bones to dust.
"A disciple of this Pavilion, weeping like some maiden over trivial matters!"
At the thunderous rebuke, Sa-u prostrated himself again.
"Forgive me."
"Since when do your knees bend so easily?!"
Boom!
The shout sent Sa-u flying over a hundred feet into a towering tree.
But he scrambled up before even feeling the pain.
Hesitation would only invite another lightning-fast strike.
Ak Mu-ryeong turned away with a furious expression.
"Mokga Village is roughly restored. Return within half a year!"
"What?"
"If you're not back within a year, I'll shatter both your legs."
"Pavilion Lord."
Sa-u stared blankly.
He hadn't returned to Langya Pavilion in years, and while possessed, he'd harmed countless innocents.
Yet now, he was being ordered back?
"The Hall of Secret Techniques lacks a master..."
Ak Mu-ryeong's voice cracked like lightning again.
"All my talented disciples cling to that brat, pointlessly mimicking his every move!"
Sa-u clenched his eyes shut, ears ringing as if they might burst.
'So they've all been copying him.'
Langya Pavilion's finest disciples
had idolized Bu Eun-seol, imitating only the techniques and tactics he'd mastered.
But now that Sa-u, the rightful master of the Hall of Secret Techniques, had recovered,
Ak Mu-ryeong intended to restore order and cultivate true Langya Pavilion disciples.
"Understood!"
As Sa-u kowtowed deeply, Ak Mu-ryeong snorted.
The crushing pressure vanished, leaving his body lighter than before.
Only now did he realize—Ak Mu-ryeong had deliberately channeled overwhelming pressure
to expel the stagnant impurities lingering in Sa-u's body.
"Pavilion Lord."
His throat burned with the taste of blood, his chest searing.
But when he looked up, Ak Mu-ryeong was already gone.
Shhk.
Sa-u rose slowly.
Then, facing where the Pavilion Lord had stood, he knelt and bowed deeply.
Once a disciple of Langya Pavilion, forever a disciple of Langya Pavilion.
Even if his body turned to ashes scattered by the wind, his soul would remain bound to Langya Pavilion.