The Art of Leaving the Lost Mind

I sat dejectedly in a teahouse, watching the tea guests coming and going, watching the cars and horses galloping on the road. This place was far away from the rivers and lakes, but I often heard stories about his deeds... Storytellers told about the relationship between him and the sword. People came and went and spread rumors about how he broke through the void. Even ordinary people admired his supreme and ethereal legend... But what about him? Who has seen him since nearly a thousand years? I don't know since when, I heard a sentence - no one in the world will see the Sword Emperor again, and once they see the Sword Emperor, they will be alone. I don't know if it's true or not, but as more and more people hear about it, I can no longer tell the truth from the false…