With so many ideas gathered, no one can decide which direction the story should take.

Bamboo forest, for sure.

The cult master, Jiang Ziliu.

They make peace.

Let me think about it some more.

Darkmask, where do you think they're gonna fight? On the roof? Or maybe on the bamboo grove?

On the rooftop's edge, the final showdown is about to begin.

Both heroes have their swords drawn. Right at the last second, Yan starts asking Jiang questions...

Before we came up, Qing Yu tried to stop you. Why turn a blind eye?

Jiang pauses for a moment, then finally replies...

Qing Yu means well ... but I choose my own path!

In the bamboo forest, surrounded by lush green, the two heroes stand atop the swaying stalks.

Yan Mingfei clashes with Jiang Ziliu — once, twice, three times. Forest fowlbeasts scatter in panic. Bamboo leaves fall like rain.

In the heat of battle, a sudden thought crosses Yan Mingfei's mind...

I wonder ... what Qing Yu is doing right now.

Endmin, who do you think Qing Yu would choose?

Yan and Jiang fought until both were spent. They rested against the cave wall. That's when Qing Yu walked in.

Qing Yu slowly approached the righteous hero Yan, eyes still fixed on Jiang.

Master Jiang, we were once friends in life and death. But now, with Master Yan gravely wounded... I can no longer stand by you.

This duel isn't your concern. My conscience is clear. What do you have to fear?

But Master Jiang, my conscience is not clear ... towards you.

Hearing this, Jiang froze and was left speechless.

And Yan heard it too! Enraged, he drew his sword and charged at Jiang. The two battled for three hundred rounds.

Yan Mingfei and Jiang Ziliu fought until both were spent. They rested against the cave wall. That's when Qing Yu walked in.

Qing Yu slowly approached Jiang Ziliu, eyes still fixed on Yan Mingfei.

Yan, there was a time I held you dear. Truly.

But I cannot see Master Jiang brought to ruin. I shall go with him. As for you... I...

Qing Yu's words left Yan Mingfei speechless and frozen in place.

But hearing this, Jiang Ziliu suddenly lost control and shouted...

It's all this hypocrite's fault! The three of us come to this because of him! Qing Yu, move!

Jiang Ziliu drew his sword and lunged at Yan Mingfei. The two fought another three hundred rounds.

The moment has arrived! Will the two fight or make peace?

They battled their way to the inn for the final showdown.

Qing Yu, unable to watch any longer, turned away and left a mask behind.

They fought on and on, yet Qing Yu never returned again.

In the end, both heroes fell from exhaustion!

Before death, they stared at the mask and sighed, as if their sworn friend stood before them once more.

However, what happened between them is already a century-old tale.

They clashed while retreating, until the inn became their final battlefield.

Only when they finally stopped did they realize that Qing Yu had disappeared.

So they put down their weapons, sitting side by side, waiting for Qing Yu's return.

As luck would have it, in the afternoon, Yan woke from a nap, feeling thirsty and reaching for tea.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out by the window. It was Qing Yu.

Mother was right. The prettier the face, the better the lie.

Masters, what do you think? Take your time if you're not sure.