Rain and Mist Wash the Swordheart

With sword in hand, I rode the skies for a thousand miles. We parted at first watch, and I returned by second watch. Three years ago, Yun Xiyue, darling of the heavens, you personally crippled my cultivation and shattered my Dao heart, casting me from the clouds into the dirt. You said there could never be anything between us again. Three years later, your clan is on the brink of destruction, your new love has abandoned you, and no one in the world can save you. As you kneel before me, the “cripple,” begging me to draw my sword, do you regret what you did? Will this sword save you, or sever the last thread tying our fates together? I once drew my sword to protect the world for you. Now, with a single thought, I can make ten thousand swords annihilate all life. Yun Xiyue, what will you choose?