One of the stories of Zhejian Pavilion. I, Qin Shu, am thirty-six years old. I was the fourteenth sect leader of Zhejian Pavilion. All my life, I kept up the appearance of a stern, humorless man, yet when I died, I was actually smiling, and a tear rolled down my cheek. It fell onto a newly forged sword, leaving a tear-shaped mark. Later, that sword came to be known as the Bloodtear Sword.
