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In the past, when I went there, the willows lingered, but now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.

There is light only in the darkest place. I will kill all those who stand in our way.

The person holding the sword does not care about the wind and snow on the road ahead, so why should cultivators ask whether there are immortals? Peering into eternity in darkness, all the swords in the sky are in my heart.