I went through three hundred years of reincarnation just to kill you. If you don't draw your sword anymore, let me use the body of the sword to kill your mediocre soul. It's better than three hundred years of vicissitudes of life, entangled in silence, and imprisoned by shackles, until I am washed away by the dust of time and no longer ring.
The face-paralyzed sword spirit and the beauty-controlling goddess from a musical family who thought he was a rough guy
