He walked quietly towards the waterfall, stood on the stone, and enjoyed the charm of the waterfall. The cool water slowly slid down his face to his chin and dripped on the stone. He didn't know whether it was water or tears, but he could only feel a trace of pain emerging from his heart. Do you regret it? He asked himself, but he didn't know how to answer...
Not long after, the running water washed away the dirt on his clothes, and he slowly walked out of the waterfall curtain. He pulled out the long sword from behind, carefully wiped every trace with his clothes, and then carefully put it behind him, looking at the stairs that went straight into the sky... (This book is also called: The Sword Holder)
