The breeze is as I wish, and my wish is to protect the mortal world.
Some call him an unparalleled genius;
Some call him an unrivaled good-for-nothing;
Others call him a heartless saint,
But no one knows that the trace of tenderness in his heart went with the breeze to the mortal world.
“My name is Yu Sheng. I, too, shall slay Yu Sheng.”
“I was born beneath this world's heavens. How dare you lay claim to this place?”
“I have a sword. It rises with the breeze, and when it falls, the wind is still.”
That white-robed youth fell here, never to be remembered. All people knew was that a red-clad, white-haired sword genius had appeared in the mortal world.
