On the plains before Snow Sea Pass, Sword Energy was being unleashed wildly.
To be human is to possess complex emotions that transcend those of mere beasts—emotions detached from the instinct for survival, some even useless or detrimental to it.
Not many in this world understood the Sword Saint.
In his childhood, what Yu Huaping most looked forward to each day was visiting the old, time-honored restaurant outside the Imperial City for a bowl of noodles. The rich aroma of meat, accompanied by a generous handful of green onions and coriander, created a taste that was utterly intoxicating. The sorrows of his difficult upbringing and the burdens borne by his elder brother, who was like a father to him, all seemed to vanish into the billowing white steam.
