“What is a sword spirit?”
“When a person and a sword are in perfect harmony, that is a sword spirit. A sword wielder with a sword spirit has a blade imbued with its own sentience. Even without a word, the sword knows your thoughts, allowing you to reach the immortal realm of unity between man and sword.”
“Then what makes someone a true Sword Immortal?”
“Even with a broken, unsharpened sword in hand, a single swing can shake heaven and earth. Their sword techniques can still cleave through wind and rain, killing without a trace. At a single call of ‘Swords, come!’ ten thousand swords will answer. That is a true Sword Immortal.”
At the age of twenty, Zhu Qianluo left Zhongnan Mountain with his sword, Staying True to Love. Little did the people of the world know that this green young man, making his first trip down the mountain and entering the jianghu for the first time, was already as powerful as the three greatest Sword Immortals alive.
“Give him another ten years, and even I fear I won't be able to defeat that young upstart. By then, the world will be his to command!”
He starts at the peak. How is he supposed to have any fun now?
Is this book going to be a tragedy? The beginning seemed to say the male lead died too, leaving only his underling.