Several days later.0

Li Yuan left the lonely cliff where Xie Yu’s tomb stood.0

But before he left, he carved another gravestone and placed it beside hers. The inscription read…0

Tomb of the Li Clan Ancestor, Gucheng.1

Two graves now stood side by side, no longer one lonely monument, but a quiet companionship across time.2

Ordinarily, the Skygale Sect would never allow fresh earth to be turned beside their founder’s resting place. But Li Yuan had taught them a supreme movement skill. More than that, they had learned the backstory between the Li ancestor and Xie Yu and were told by Li Yuan that this was his ancestor’s dying wish. That he never thought it would come true, but fate worked in mysterious ways. So, they no longer objected.0

And just like that, the boy who had once arrived in shackles, suspected as some strange immortal attendant candidate from the prisoner’s cart, was now respectfully addressed as Sir Li.0

Some even took to calling him Young Lord Yu.0

Perhaps Sir Li sounded too old for his youthful face, and gradually, Young Lord Yu replaced all other...0