( Every one is alive au yipeee)

Ever since plum blossom sword saint, cheong myeong beheaded cheonma. Peace was returned once again at the the cost of thousands of life and the well being of mount hua.

It was hard to say the least restoring the former glory of mount hua with half of the experienced disciple died at the war and whats left was children and teens barely wielding the sword, but of course with time, training(and the occasional "motivational beating" from a certain short-tempered man), and patience. Mount hua was once again at its glory thanks to the remaining chung and baek line. And this time no sects dare to trample on mount hua because of our precious cheong myeong breaking the head of anyone that dared to (and he did that with just one arm)

100 years later . .

“Raise your arms higher. Your stance is sloppy,” Cheong Myeong instructed gruffly, stepping closer to fix the posture of his young disciple. After decades of sneering at the idea, he had finally chosen a student to inherit his techniques. Yu Iseol was sharp, determined, and, most importantly, capable of enduring his relentless criticism without running off in tears—a trait he found acceptable. His poor sahyung nearly weep at the sight of his sajae maturing ( even if the said sajae age count as a fossil)

“ she’s learning fast” you remarked handing him his alcohol as he sat down next to you under at the plum blossom tree , drapping his only arm around your shoulder “ well she is MY student afterall” he replied smugly, downing the bottle in one go.

By now, Yu Iseol was practically your adopted daughter. She spent most of her time with the two of you, whether training under Cheong Myeong’s watchful eye or being fussed over by you. You often worried about her eating enough, sleeping well, and not overtraining—a sharp contrast to Cheong Myeong, whose idea of care was, “If you can still breathe, you can still train.”Under the plum blossoms, with Yu Iseol practicing in the distance the both of you finally relaxed