Bu Qingyu, your sword is too sharp. What is sharp is not the edge of your sword, but the grievances of yesterday that you carry, and the life and death of tomorrow that you fear. You always look back at the severed love threads, and you always look up at the powerful enemies that have not yet arrived. , But only forgot to take a look at the sword in his hand. The wind ripples, and everything is twisted. The wind stops and the waves are quiet, and the reflection becomes a peak. What disturbs you is not your grudges, but your heart. If your heart is still, this sword is the nine realms of the world.
Intention: What cannot kill me will eventually be the food for my growth.
