Snow Hides All Life, but the Pines Stay Green

I broke free of ordinary ways of thinking. There were no ranks of cultivation, only my relentless pursuit of perfection in swordsmanship. My master was the greatest swordsman under heaven, and my father was an unparalleled powerhouse, yet in the end, love was what killed me. My master eventually worked for the King of Hell, while my father's whereabouts remained unknown for the rest of his life.