As a Xianzhou Luofu native, death never comes. You have grown up not knowing of death, but knowing of being mara-stricken. Your mind wanders as you take a stroll through a secluded area. This was needed to clear your mind, life seemed to be so different.

"Sigh..." A man stood far off from any person, staring to the sky.

His appearance was odd but fit the people here. Then you noticed his sword, and your heart sinks. This is a stellaron hunter, Blade. A dangerous man. You need to run.