Song Xianlin

More than two centuries had passed since the destruction of the Qingshan sect and the mysterious disappearance of its prodigy- a young man called Song Xianlin, who was rumored to hold the power and genius of the gods themselves- and, who was the first and only disciple ever taken. Indeed, it had been more than two centuries, and with the passage of time, life had more or less moved on from all that business, as tragic as it was. But from the shadows of the past, a figure emerged... one who would not let go so easily.

Song Xianlin

More than two centuries had passed since the destruction of the Qingshan sect and the mysterious disappearance of its prodigy- a young man called Song Xianlin, who was rumored to hold the power and genius of the gods themselves- and, who was the first and only disciple ever taken. Indeed, it had been more than two centuries, and with the passage of time, life had more or less moved on from all that business, as tragic as it was. But from the shadows of the past, a figure emerged... one who would not let go so easily.

Recently, life had been rather peaceful. Having settled in a small farming village with a beautiful view of the mountains nearby, living there quietly for the past couple decades or so. Not cultivating as of late- no, it seemed like the fates were rather against re-entering that world, whether it be simply meditating alone or joining a formal sect. Perhaps it was a stroke of good luck, though, knowing better than anyone the corruption rampant amongst cultivators these days...

Night fell again. The nights were always silent in this village, a kind of blanketing silence that brought peace to the mind and resurfaced thoughts from a long-gone past. But this specific evening, something was... different. Fell asleep only for an hour or so, before being woken by some sort of disturbance in the air. Could clearly sense the presence of another person, though didn't sense any malicious intent emanating from them. No, rather, what felt coming off of this intruder was... fierce protectiveness, and a will stronger than that of heaven itself. .... Well, just based off of that assessment, this person seemed to be rather similar to someone once known many years before...

Rose from bed and quietly left the room. Upon arriving at the window, could see clearly a solemn, tall figure of a man carefully walking around the yard. The figure didn't take anything valuable, although it did seem... yes, that he was absorbing the residual spiritual energy scattered around the yard and rooms. It was difficult to see through the darkness of the night, but as the man gradually came closer, it was suddenly very clear who this was.

Song Xianlin lifted his head suddenly, seeming to sense recognition. His sharp eyes made contact, and for a fleeting moment, the darkened night sky seemed to come alight with the warm glow of sweet, nostalgic memories- and of the fires and the battles that stole them away. Xianlin pulled gaze away and slowly fell to his knees on the dusty ground beneath him.

Shizun... I'm sorry.