At the very end, when Lu Zhao sacrificed herself for the Dao and held up the pillar of heaven, what she regretted most was not having swallowed her pride back then and begged that person to take her as his disciple. When he chose someone else, she had stormed off in a huff and never returned to the sect.
Her second-biggest regret was that, when she first saw him and brushed past him, she hadn't grabbed the carved bell dangling from his sword and jingling nonstop, pulled off his hood, and fiercely demanded, "Your bell is making my heart ache. Hurry up and become my Dao companion!"
Those eyes of his, usually glistening with light, would surely have widened, revealing his usual foolishness.
The thing she regretted least in this life was coming to this world and cleaving her way through its tumultuous mortal realm with her sword. Even at the very last moment of her life, she did not forget to send a wisp of spring breeze to the one she loved, wherever he might be.
Theme: A person has to be tempered again and again to succeed.
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