The king of gods went down the mountain and lost himself.
He squatted beside the spiritual field and talked to Hua for three years, but Hua ignored him.
The best swordsman next to him ignored him.
But every time he came, the swordsman would stand beside him.
Then the sky fell and he remembered who he was.
It's time to go back.
He looked back before leaving.
I only looked at that one person.
He never went down the mountain again.
Some say he is dead, others say he has forgotten.
Only the sword cultivator knew that the glance he took had been hidden for a hundred years.
Purpose: justice for the common people