Sword Lord, Sword Bone

[The entire novel has been rewritten, through Chapter Four]

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"When I was little, I once went boating on the lake with my mother. I was only seven, clutching a sword several feet long, and nearly fell overboard. Then the sword struck me, leaving my head bloody."

"My mother told me that no matter what happened, I had to stand back up, because I was the young lord of Yanyuntai, the future Sword Sovereign."

In the shifting firelight, Hua Qingshu's features were indistinct. Leaning at an angle, she recalled who she was now and let out a few wry laughs for no reason.

She had made a name for herself at a young age and had always been proud and arrogant. Yet after years of wear and tear, much of that pride had been ground away.

"I murdered the mentor who taught me and stabbed an old friend in the back. I'm so devious and deceitful. Why would you still trust me?"

Rong Ci said nothing. His long, slender index finger picked up a white stone.

He was no better. He had committed no fewer killings than Hua Qingshu, yet he always liked to put on the airs of a noble, compassionate bodhisattva perched in a shrine.

Hua Qingshu suppressed the urge to draw her long sword and press it to his neck. She wanted to cut open his chest and see what kind of black heart he had inside.

She raised her eyes, and at once saw the scorching brilliance flowing in Rong Ci's gaze.

There was hardly a single honest word in this man's mouth. He was ruthless, too, but...

She shook her head and set the idea aside.

After all, people only came to Mount Cangwu once in a while, and he was the only one who could sit and play chess with her.

One-on-one, happy ending

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