Six years ago. Apricot Blossom Village. Xie Kanhua had drunk too much again and was lying in an apricot tree, drowsy and about to fall asleep.  Beneath the tree, a young man in white clothes tirelessly practiced drawing his sword, over and over again. He had spent quite some time with this youth now. The boy reminded him of his younger self - cheerful, optimistic, and incredibly intelligent. Although in his earlier years, his adoptive parents hadn't taught him to read or write, he now had excellent penmanship. He could recite classical poems and elegant prose from memory with ease. But sometimes the young man was not like him, such as now when practicing swordsmanship. Too clumsy. Too persistent. "You've seen my swordsmanship," Xie Kanhua said with a yawn. "It's very impressive," the young man replied. "Yet I've only had you practice drawing your sword endlessly, without teaching you my sword techniques." Xie Kanhua let out another drunken hiccup. "Master must have his reasons," the youth said, swinging his sword once more to slice a falling apricot blossom. Xie Kanhua sighed and leapt down, sending a shower of blossoms fluttering from the apricot tree. He took the sword from the young man's hand and swung it gently. In an instant, all the falling apricot blossoms disintegrated into ash. He said in a solemn voice, "I rank first in sword intent on the Heavenly Martial Rankings. Do you remember what I told you about sword intent?" "Sword intent is the will to kill," the young man said bitterly. "Indeed, sword intent…

At the Shanglin Heavenly Palace, in the depths of its prison.

"Game?" Su Baiyi was confused. Feng Wan'er simply closed her eyes. "Come on, I'm ready." Only then did Su Baiyi understand, his face flushing slightly. He bowed to Feng Wan'er, "Aunt, I take my leave!" With that, he turned to the door, opened it, and was about to step out, but as soon as the door opened, an unseen force abruptly pushed it shut again. Su Baiyi snapped his head around to see Feng Wan'er gently shaking her sleeves, looking at him with disappointment. "The maiden has feelings, but the young man is indifferent. How disheartening." Feng Wan'er shook her head gently. Su Baiyi instinctively reached for his waist, but his hand grasped nothing. The longsword that always hung there was gone. Feng Wan'er raised her right hand, holding the Junyu sword. She sighed softly, "Since I could never forget that man, of course I would remember his sword as well. How could the inheritor of the Junyu Sword be so weak?" "So Aunt has been pretending all along," Su Baiyi felt a cold sweat break out on his back. "I wasn't pretending. I really do like you." Feng Wan'er said. In a flash, she appeared before Su Baiyi. As he tried to escape, she pressed the sword against his shoulder, then yanked him back, throwing him onto the bed. She drew the Junyu sword and pointed it at the now immobilized Su Baiyi. "It's a pity you don't like me." Su Baiyi was scared out of his wits. "Aunt, what do you intend to do?" "If you don't like…