I am a sword, the sword of the best swordsman in the world.
I have been with him for decades, helping him, building him up, witnessing him, and destroying him.
The swordsman whose wife and daughter both died eventually followed in their footsteps.
When people go to Jianliang, they have long been turned into a handful of loess, but I will exist forever in the torrent of time, telling the world the story of the past.
(This is a writing practice by the author. There are not many words and the plot is old-fashioned. It urgently needs to be corrected. Please take a look at it)