The Great Dao in the Eastern Land

The sharpest sword cannot sever the toughest thread.

The strongest staff cannot sweep away the darkest dust.

Bound by resentment for nine lifetimes, they meet again in the tenth.

Their final battle was meant to end their fated bond and settle the grudges of their past lives.

But just as staff and sword were about to pierce each other,

he held back, and she turned her blade aside.

If flowers bloom along the road, will they remain silent, or ask for an answer:

Is this tenth life truly the end of their cycle of rebirth...

or the beginning of another, even longer entanglement?