Return to the Edge

A sword’s gleam reaches the sun and moon, sweeping clean the dust across ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains. · Song Huiya woke on a desolate mountain road with barely half a breath left in her. She had only just managed to survive, but her cultivation was badly damaged, and she couldn’t remember a thing about her past. She searched through her belongings. The only thing worth even a little money was a sword that looked like a piece of scrap metal. I must have been a pretty useless swordswoman, Song Huiya thought. Swordsmen really are dirt poor. Then she discovered that she had once been extraordinarily generous, helping people wherever she went. Most of them had since made names for themselves and grown very wealthy. They treated her with the utmost reverence. Over a jug of wine and many tears, they poured out their heartfelt gratitude and vowed to repay the great kindness and protection she had shown them years ago. …Why bother being a swordswoman? Friends, I’m rich now!! Theme: Face the blizzards and storms with courage; take up your sword and charge into the fray