There is a kind of person who is close to the realm of God. Because he is ruthless. There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see. Because everyone who has seen it has been buried. There is a kind of loneliness that is indescribable. Because it comes from deep within the soul. "There is at least one thing about Ximen Chuixue that others cannot imitate." "His sword?" "It's not his sword. It's his loneliness." The loneliness as cold as ice and snow on the distant mountains, the loneliness as lonely as meteors in the winter night. Only a person who can truly understand this loneliness and is willing to endure it can reach the state that Ximen Chuixue has reached.
