A Sword Immortal Arrives

Maple leaves drift endlessly, and old age seems just as boundless and desolate.

"Sir."

"Hmm?"

"Do you have a dream?"

"Why ask such a childish question all of a sudden?"

"Sir, what's childish about it? Just tell me, do you or don't you?"

"A dream? Hard to say. But remember, those of us who cultivate don't talk about dreams. We talk about ideals."

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