The Snow Is Deep, All Living Things Are Hidden, Only the Pines Are Evergreen

Thinking outside the ordinary thinking, there is no distinction between cultivation and class, only my own pursuit of excellence in swordsmanship. My master is the best swordsman in the world, my father is a peerless strong man, but I died in love in the end. The master ended up working for the King of Hell, and my father will never be known for the rest of his life.