Three million cultivators roam the land; one sword's frosty gleam chills sixteen provinces.
He flew eight hundred li into enemy territory; his sword once held back a million troops.
Once, he swept the Northern Frontier's iron cavalry aside with a single sword. Now, he dances with his blade beneath the fading light.
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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
