On a crisp morning, with dew still clinging to the leaves and the sun just peeking over the clouds, an old man lay soundly asleep in a humble thatched hut. Suddenly, a raindrop, having pierced through the roof, landed squarely on his face, jolting him awake.

"Damn this leaky roof," he grumbled. "I had a few too many drinks the other day. I'm 60 already, not a young man anymore, yet that brat made me drink up so much.."

He stepped outside, relishing the fresh morning air. The gentle breeze carried with it a flurry of fallen yellow leaves, reminding him of his youth.

"Ahh, yellow leaves," he mused. "I remember marching to Chengdu back in my prime. The leaves fell, the scenery, It was just like yesterday."

Lost in thought, he went fishing in the nearby pond. Without even a bait or any real expectation of catching anything, he simply cast his line and sat, a habit he had formed over the past twenty years.

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"That brat," he thought. "He may just be a kid, but he has a strong will. He reminds me of myself all those years ago. The letter that woman herself gave me long ago, I still have it. I suppose it's time I settled this 40-year-old grudge."

As the sun began its descent, the birds returned to their nests, their chirping filling the air. Everything around seemed to be in swift motion, except for the old man, who remained still as if he was statue. After a while, he reeled in his line, went inside, grabbed his straw hat, and slowly walked out. As if guided by an unseen force, he extended his hand by the wind as a dark greatsword flew right into this hand, he grabs it tightly then says:

"It's payback time,"

No one remembered exactly what happened 40 years ago except for the three people, this old man being one of them, known as the world's greatest swordsman, Guan Yunchang.

Despite his age, Yunchang remains remarkably agile. With his heavy greatsword strapped to his back, he moved as swiftly as the wind. He journeyed into a deep forest, slowing down his pace as he took a stroll. And as he walked, he reflected on his past, the making of a legendary swordsman.