The Last Sword Sect in Shushan

The demise of a sect is extremely terrifying. Like a dying old man, Every step I take, The sound of bones rubbing against each other, It always makes those who hear it shudder, Knowing clearly that He was heading towards death, There is nothing you can do. No matter how glorious this sect once was, How prosperous the population is, How deep the martial arteries are, As Yang Jing, the last swordsman in Shushan, said: "Everyone in the world fears me, or admires me, and respects me as a sword sect. But what I thought about in my dream, He was still the boy who cleaned the courtyard in Shushan..."