Hero, Please Accept My Knees

On the second day of the first lunar month, the Sword Sage Ye Xiucan strode through the air beneath the rainy night sky. With a casual sweep of his sword, he could split West Lake in two. His sword qi surged like a flood dragon wreaking havoc in the sea, and the waters of West Lake dared not flow back for three days. It was a sight to behold. Even years later, the sword intent he left behind still lingered on Broken Bridge. Countless swordsmen came to comprehend it, but only a handful could glimpse even its barest surface.