"Earn a lifetime of obsession with the sword name, earn a lifetime of obsession with the sword form; famous swords are ruined, but the long sword endures, born and died accompanied by the sword travel..."
The long, lingering chant suddenly exploded beside Bai Qi's ear, containing endless desolation.
That intense divine will shook the heart and soul, stretched like a long scroll unfolding.
It made him see a tall figure dressed in red with red hair, carrying a sword box.
Soon after, there was a gentle chant and low singing, light swallowing and slow breathing, every word sharp and pointed, deeply burned into the mind.
