After fighting with his mortal enemy for three hundred years, he finally lost his memory. The first thing he said when he woke up was: "Madam, where is our child?" The dignified head of the Taixu Sword Sect now had a "follower" that he couldn't get rid of. He showed off to everyone he met: "My wife's swordsmanship is better than mine." Later he recovered his memory, was silent for three seconds, and hugged me into his arms: "I remember - we really should have a child." We have been enemies for three hundred years, and will be my bed partner for the rest of our lives.
