On the day of the Qinglan Sword Sect’s entrance trial, Lu Chenzhou struck the stone stele with one sword, making a name for himself across the peaks.
Everyone said he was a born genius of the sword.
He once believed that as long as his sword was fast enough and his cultivation strong enough, he could protect the person he loved.
Until the Forbidden Domain of Stillness opened.
Xie Yuntang entered the formation to rescue someone, while he remained in seclusion to break through.
He thought he had missed only the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
But when the stone doors opened again, three whole years had passed outside.
The peach blossoms had fallen, and the one he knew had not returned.
The last words she left him were only six characters:
“Don’t be just a sword.”
Only then did Lu Chenzhou understand.
A sword could slay demons, break formations, and seek immortality, but it could not cut away the regret of being three years too late, nor protect someone he had already lost.
Before, he had known only how to test his sword.
From now on, he would also search his heart.
If she was no longer waiting at the end of the long road to immortality, what meaning was there in attaining eternal life?
He would rather walk that path all over again.
