The cheers went on without end in front of the Myriadsword Mausoleum. Nobody cared about the seething Lin Jie and the rest; they were all focused on Lin Xiao alone! He teared up and raised a wooden sword as he approached the altar. Raising it up, he placed it close to his lips and nose, its tip pointed to the sky above. When he knelt, his tears flowed out of control.0

"Ancestors, I, Lin Xiao, can still live for a thousand years!" With the sword still held to his face, he kowtowed three times, then turned and looked at the mausoleum. "During my remaining lifespan, I’ll use every single drop of blood in me to live up to the hopes that have been entrusted to me!"0

Once more, his head smashed hard into the floor of the altar as his sincere voice resounded all through the mausoleum. Even those outside could clearly hear...0