It took a long time, a really long time.

For the first time, I realized that death doesn't come as quickly as I thought.

Suddenly, the hat covering my face was lifted away.

I couldn't see anything, but I could feel someone trembling as they kissed my bloodstained lips.

Cold, yet tender.

"Kingston, that villain, is so awful. I'm glad he died in the end."

Kingston, in the end, you were the only one who truly loved me.

Thud.

My head knocked against the coffin in front of the altar, making a sharp sound.

I held my head as I got up, my whole body aching as if it had been reforged. My blurry vision gradually cleared, revealing a coffin in front of me. I held a memorial tablet in my hand.

The tablet read: [Memorial Tablet of Adriel, 18th Master of the Cole Sect.]

I had carved this tablet with my own hands, and I had bought this coffin myself.

My grief over my master's death etched every detail into my mind.

Now, I had somehow been reborn on this very day.

"Master."

I carefully placed the tablet on the altar, knelt down, and solemnly bowed three times.

I remembered my master's last words. She warned me never to leave the mountain after her death. But in my previous life, I had found the solitude unbearable and chose to leave the mountain today.

My plan was to travel for just a year before returning to the sect. During that journey, I encountered Austin, Jason, and Vincent. From that moment, I never made it back to the mountain.

"Master, I'm leaving."

I stood up.

"I'm going to kill those three heartless men.

"Once they're dead, I'll come back."

I bought two jars of wine in a small town at the foot of the mountain.

Two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon.

Then, I carried the two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon into the blacksmith's shop.

The old man with graying whiskers swung his hammer, striking the red-hot iron sword.

Sparks flew everywhere.

I paid double the price and gave him one jar of Cabernet Sauvignon for a sword from his shop.

"This sword, it sharpens when it meets blood," the old man said.

He said the same thing in my past life.

In my past life, I baptized this sword with Kingston's blood. I will consecrate it in this life with Vincent's blood.