Yue Qingyuan disappeared, the broken scabbard of his natal sword, the eradicated fighting spirit, the sword marks hidden behind the mountain...
They all point to an untraceable sword light.
The two masters and apprentices embarked on the road to Qingyun, tracing the traces of the master.
Intention: The mind of Tao is like a sword, the more it is tempered, the brighter it becomes.