"Grandfather, does that mean that | won''t have to turn myself in to the martial arts court? Does that mean that | won''t have to


    die?"


    The hope that Lv Hua had all but lost burst into mes once again when he heard what his grandfather had said.


    Lv Song-Liang shook his head. "No, you still have to turn yourself in. The God of War told you to, so you have no choice but to


    obey his orders. In China, the God of War''s word is thew. No one may disobey him. Not you, not me, not anyone."


    Lv Song-Liang''s words were like a bucket of freezing water that extinguished the hope that had kindled within Lv Hua only


    moments ago.


    "Grandmaster, | can''t turn myself in! I''l be killed if | turn myself in. | don''t want to die. Grandfather, please save me! Please save


    me...” pleaded Lv Hua. His wails filled the room as his tears streamed endlessly down his cheeks.


    "Stop crying! Look at you! How are you to inherit your father''s position and shoulder the responsibility of restoring our family to


    glory when you can''t even handle this?"


    The sight of Lv Hua pleading and weeping sent waves of rage coursing through Lv Song-Liang. How he wished he could give


    that coward another hard kick.


    Lv Song-Liang''s furious hollering drove Lv Hua into a terrified silence. But he couldn''t stop the tears that continued to fall down


    his cheeks.


    He was clearly traumatized by what had happened.


    "The God of War told you to turn yourself in and face trial. He didn''t name your punishment. There''s a lot we can do to prevent


    you from being sentenced to capital punishment and to have you receive a lighter sentence,” said Lv Song-Liang. "Have your


    uncle take you to the martial arts court so that you can turn yourself in. Your father and | will deal with everything else. Don''t


    worry, I''ll make sure you get out of this alive."


    Having made up his mind, Lv Song-Liang began to make the necessary preparations.


    While the Lv family got busy with dealing with the trouble that Lv Hua had gotten himself into, the rest of the martial arts circle


    gradually settled into its former peace and quiet.


    Talk about Ye Fan began to dwindle.


    Like a footprint left on the beach, a day woulde when all traces of Ye Fan would be wiped clean from this earth.


    When that day came, who would still remember the young man who had shown such incredible prowess fighting in a foreignnd


    and who had thrashed numerous martial artists from other countries?


    Meanwhile, at Sanshin Organization in Japan.


    Ye Fan had caused an upheaval in the


    Japanese martial arts circle when he had made a trip to the country.


    More than six months had passed since that battle.


    There had been a swift reshuffling of important yers in the Japanese martial arts circle and the formerly chaotic Japanese


    martial arts circle had since resumed stability.


    Sword Shrine was still in charge of the daily matters of the Japanese martial arts circle. Sanshin Organization, the highest


    authority in the Japanese martial arts circle, on the other hand, hardly intervened in such administrative matters.


    The Head Priest of Sword Shrine, Mochizuki Kawa, only sought an audience with the Chiefs of Sanshin Organization when


    something of importance happened.


    An old man currently stood outside Sanshin Organization, before its doors, patiently waiting for an audience. His voice, filled with


    deference, filled the air as he spoke.


    "In ordance with our rules and regtions, the Head Priest of the Sword Shrine, Mochizuki Kawa, requests an audience with


    the two chiefs of the Sanshin Organization so that he may submit a report on the current status of the Japanese martial arts


    circle.”


    The doors of the Sanshin Organization slid open.


    A dispassionate voice filled with authority thundered. "You may enter."


    "Thank you, Yukiteru Tenshin."


    Mochizuki Kawa bowed, then lifted his foot and stepped into the ancient halls, whose architectural style clearly resembled that of


    ancient Chinese architecture.


    There had been a time when the Japanese adopted parts of the Chinese culture. Traces of such adoption could be seen in


    everything, from the Japanesenguage to its clothing, food and architecture.


    Thousands of years ago, when China had already risen to be a vast and glorious empire, Japan had still been a string of


    inds inhabited by small pockets of barbarians.


    In fact, the martial arts of modern Japan had originated and evolved from Chinese martial arts.


    In the ancient hall of Sanshin Organization was an elevated tform, and upon that tform sat one person.


    After Ye Fan had in Susa Mikoto, only two of the three chiefs of the Sanshin Organization remained as its guardians.


    The first was Tsukuyomi and the second, Yukiteru.


    Tsukuyomi had recently awakened and had thus spent most of her time training.


    Her spirit might have awakened, but it was going to take some time before she reached the peak of her strength.


    As a result, she rarely got herself involved with domestic matters.


    The goddess of Japan only made an appearance when her people were endangered and they had to fight against a powerful


    enemy.


    That was why Mochizuki Kawa had only seen Yukiteru seated upon the tform the past few times he had requested an


    audience with the Sanshin Organization and not Tsukuyomi.


    "Did anything of importance happen today?”


    Yukiteru Tenshin wore a long dress today. Her delicate features appeared stern as she spoke.


    "Chief Yukiteru, the Japanese martial arts circle is at peace and absent of any troubles. But something serious did ur beyond


    our borders a while ago. More than a hundred martial artists were killed in a massacre. | heard that at least three supreme


    grandmasters were involved in that battle,” said Mochizuki Kawa solemnly.


    Yukiteru frowned. "Is that so? Tell me what


    you know."


    The Japanese martial arts circle had not sent anyone to participate in the fight in the South American continent.


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    At first, Yukiteru had listened to his ount calmly.


    Then, she heard that China had announced the death of one of their grandmasters, Ye Fan. Something flickered across her eyes


    then.


    "Who is this Ye Fan? When did China get another supreme grandmaster?"


    Mochizuki Kawa shook his head. "I have


    no idea too. | had intended to send someone to look into this matter, but then Ye Fan died. There appears no need for an


    investigation anymore."


    Mochizuki Kawa left after making his brief report.


    Yukiteru couldn''t stop thinking about Ye Fan though.


    The name sounded vaguely familiar.


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    A few dayster, Tsukuyomi finally left the training room that she had been cooped up in.


    Yukiteru approached her immediately and asked her the question that had been upying her mind.


    "What did you just say? Ye Fan''s dead?"


    Yukiteru Shou did not expect the calm and


    distant Tsukuyomi to lose herposure.


    The temperature in the room plummeted to a cold that could freeze ice.


    "Tsukuyomi, what''s wrong?" Yukiteru Shou seemed baffled.


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