The Moon Without a Heart

My story reached its peak during a lavish wedding in Nevaeh. I rode a horse through peach blossoms and nine red gates to marry Emperor Vincent Morris, escorted by the nobleman Jason Evans and the elite assassin Austin Bell. Orphaned young and without my master, I defied tradition on my grandest day. Yet, the glory of that magnificent wedding has faded into a dark vow. Now, I am determined to hunt down and kill these three heartless men who once stood by my side.

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Chapter 4

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."

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