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"It's…"
The conflict was over.
The world would remember their victory.
But Chung Myung realised there would be no win here.
Nobody won this war.
Finally, Chung Myung lost the strength to stand. His inevitable death was approaching.
Chung Myung raised his head towards the sky. Despite the slaughter, the sky remained blue, as if unconcerned with the events here on Earth.
What will happen to Mount Hua Sect?
Everyone who scaled the mountain had died. Even if someone had survived, they were undoubtedly dying. No clan had suffered more than Mount Hua Sect.
"Sect Leader Sahyung...I told you."
Don't give your all in every task
It was regret.
Was there any meaning to what happened? Did the spilled blood of Mount Hua Sect mean anything?
“I don’t know anymore. Sect Leader Sah…” Chung Myung fell onto his side.
His pure white robes, painted with a five-leaf plum blossom, splayed out before his eyes.
Innocent death.
A lonely end, with no witnesses. The great Plum Blossom Sword Saint of Mount Hua Sect was dying like a dog and unlike a Tiger he's proud to be.
"…But your death was better than mine."
Because there was someone who cried for you. Chung Myung weeped for them.
If he had devoted a little more of his time to training, would he have been able to save at least one person?
Plum flowers are designed to fall, and spring follows the hard winter.
Mount Hua...
'Will there even be a next spring for Mount Hua?'
The thirteenth disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung, who slayed the Heavenly Demon at the summit of the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the heavenly Demon Sect, drifted into eternal sleep.