Ximen Chuixue Traverses the World of Cultivation

There is a kind of person who is close to the realm of God. Because he is ruthless. There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see. Because everyone who has seen it has been buried. There is a kind of loneliness that is indescribable. Because it comes from deep within the soul. The charm of Ximen Chuixue does not lie in his lightning-quick drawing of the sword, but in the string of blood falling from the blade when he retracts the sword; ——What Ximen Chuixue blew was not snow, but blood... "There is at least one thing about Ximen Chuixue that others cannot learn from." "His sword?" "It's not his sword. It's his loneliness."