The Broken Sword

When Lu Shuanghan first met Qin Ye, the Swordsmanship Tournament held once every hundred years across the Thirteen Islands of Jiuzhou was underway. At last, she'd met someone who could match her. She admired him and took him for a kindred spirit. When Lu Shuanghan opened her eyes again, she had returned to the time when she first entered the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Curious to see what her old friend had been like, Lu Shuanghan dazzled everyone at the immortal sect's selection and joined Wangyue Peak, the least prestigious peak in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Qin Ye was not the heaven-blessed prodigy she remembered. The once-famous number one sword cultivator was now an overlooked outer-sect disciple. The world had seen only the number one's carefree elegance, his sword flashing like a streak of light. No one had ever known how he struggled upward from an unfathomable abyss. She helped up the youth his fellow disciples had been bullying at will, and wiped the filth from his cheek. His features were cool and composed. Lips pressed tight, he quietly avoided her hand, braced himself on his knee, and gritted his teeth as he stood. "I owe you for today. I'll repay you someday." Lu Shuanghan froze, then couldn't help laughing. He was still the same as ever: aloof as a crane, cool as the moon, the number one sword cultivator. In her past life, Lu Shuanghan devoted herself to pursuing the Dao, only to have her fortune stolen and everyone turn against her. The day she was expelled from her sect, Qin Ye drew his sword for her for the last time. Then the Jinghong Sword broke. P.S.: 1. Thanks to the wonderful author bs for permission to use this character design. Theme: A kindred spirit found amid lofty mountains and flowing waters