In fact, at the beginning, all he wanted was a life of peace, and cultivating immortality was just a way to survive. But at the moment when the two swords were forged, he was at a loss: What if he survived?
At first, it might just be to repay Master's kindness, but when did this feeling change? Just to be by his side?
One sword cuts off our sins in heaven, one sword cuts off our deep love, and one sword renews our fate in the next life...
There is no end in sight, when will it fly? So, whose fault is it? Whose obsession has it become?
Ahem, announcement: I'm back, I'm going to play Xiansi again, reflect on it... And revise it, because I personally feel that there are a lot less pro-era stories%>_