Hu Zhiming was calm and composed as he said, “I can answer your question now, Sect Master.” 

Qin Yu said, “Brother Hu, please go on.” 

“Me and Hu Fu are cousins.” His first sentence was the key point, “In fact, many grudges that sit in deep in your bones turn out to be cliche stories when told to others.” 

Hu Fu was the older cousin while Hu Zhiming was the younger cousin. 

The two of them were born in Swallow Mountain as ordinary children of a village along a narrow river. Since they were young, they knew that the things that flew above their heads were not meteors or shooting stars. They were the immortal swordsmen. 

It became their biggest dream to become swordsmen. 

When they were twelve and thirteen year old teens, the chance to become swordsmen finally arrived. They were lucky and they had good aptitudes. Hence, they stood out during the aptitude test. 

The first time they flew on a sword, seniors of the sect were leading them back to the sword sect. 

That night, the two teens were so excited and they could not fall asleep. They swore to each other that they would train hard so that they could become true immortals who could fly on their own swords. 

A beautiful, gentle senior sister was the one who taught new disciples sword skills. She was very pretty and she felt like the...