The master said that to practice ruthless swordsmanship, you need to kill your beloved first.
I obeyed the order, but turned around and stepped into the abyss of the forbidden area, cultivating the path of passion that narrowly escaped death.
A hundred years later, the devil besieged Shushan, and Shushan collapsed in blood.
I stepped out of the abyss, standing behind me——
My fiancé, who should have been stabbed through the heart by my sword, chuckled and bowed his head with thousands of swords in Shushan.
Intention: Belated affection is as cheap as a dog