One sword spans a million miles, and one sword frosts fourteen states.
The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the drunkenness of wine, you are the only one who will follow you to the end of the world.
A sword can level a river for eight hundred miles, a thought can make you a Buddha, and a thought can make you a demon.
The tears of Yi Shuihan are no longer my own, and the sword in my hand is no longer for me...
