The Old Covenant

An old man gazed out across the endless plain stretching before him.

His face was lined with wrinkles, and his gaze was dim, like embers left smoldering after a fire.

Compared to his youth, the old man had grown pitifully old, sick, and frail.

He let out a quiet sigh, then playfully complained to the man standing beside him.

“How is it that you never grow old? Isn’t that terribly unfair?”

He spoke without reserve, as though addressing an old friend.

In response, the Sword Saint replied with a laugh.

“How greedy of you. Even after taking half the world into your hands, you’re still not satisfied?”

“That’s precisely why it’s such a shame. Though I suppose you can’t understand the human heart.”

For an instant, his vision blurred...