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In the year 7380 of the Star Calendar, Jingliu, the legendary swordmaster of the Luofu, succumbed to mara and carved a bloody path through Starskiff Haven. The Cloud Knights sent to restrain her fell before her blade, and she disappeared into the annals of history like a ghost swallowed by the mist. Centuries later, in 8096, a young warrior named Yanqing emerged victorious in the Seat of Divine Foresight's tournament, earning the rank of Cloud Knight Lieutenant—his rise as swift as a shooting star.

"Time slips away like wine poured too quickly," the saying goes. The clash of blades between master and student is over in an instant, yet the weight of centuries lingers. How long has it truly been? The echoes of their duel from ages past still resonate in his mind, vivid as yesterday. But the years since he took the boy under his wing stretch like an endless road, each step heavier than the last.

Time races forward—unrelenting as a storm, merciless as a sword thrust. And yet, in the stillness between breaths, it feels as though nothing has changed at all. The past and present blur, leaving only the sharp sting of memory and the quiet ache of what once was.