The person who killed my parents was my master.
The person who raised me is also my master.
The moment I put the sword against his chest, he asked me:
"Do you hate me?"
I said hate.
He asked again:
"Then you love me?"
I didn't answer.
Because of that sword, I stabbed it in.
Master hides many secrets in his heart,
And I don't know anything.
I only know——
The one whom I pierced with my own hands,
He has been waiting for this day for three hundred years.
In this story, no one gets what they want.
I met my master on the bank of Bai Ping. I have never forgotten this surprise for thousands of years.
Intention: If you have never touched the temperature of your palm, you will not be greedy.