The Sword Falls into the Wind

The rain is cold, the wind is cold, and the rivers and lakes are far away. Qing Yi struck him, broke the sword in half, and walked thousands of miles alone. The sword was broken thirty years ago and returned thirty years later. Don't ask for grudges, don't ask for fame. Only looking for the soul of one sword, only keeping one peace of mind. The sword is in hand, but the mind remains unmoved. If people don't offend me, I won't kill anyone. If anyone offends me, the sword will show no mercy. The dragon raises its head and thunder falls on the world. The sword fell into the wind and entered the rivers and lakes again.