Sword cultivators in this world walk an open and righteous path.
If one's heart is not clear, then even a thousand years of bitter cultivation will not bring a trace of sword intent.
Qi Chen once believed that cultivating the Dao meant living with a clear conscience before Heaven and Earth, and being worthy of all living beings. So he slayed demons and monsters, and drew his sword whenever he saw injustice.
But his only disciple fell into demonic ways. The world called her a wicked witch. She wreaked havoc and slaughtered the innocent.
At last, he steeled himself and traveled three thousand miles with his sword on his back. Yet when he demanded an answer, his only disciple said nothing. He faced her with his sword, and the wicked witch whom everyone in the world wanted dead rushed forward and held him tightly.
Blood stained his sword as snow fell from the sky. The sword heart he had tempered for so many years shattered in an instant.
