The renowned sword Autumn Water, which once sparked fierce battles among Jianghu heroes, was eventually "bough…
The renowned sword Autumn Water, which once sparked fierce battles among Jianghu heroes, was eventually "bought" by power.
It passed through the hands of various "official swordsmen." Called officials, they hailed from the Jianghu and styled themselves as swordsmen; though called swordsmen, their skills had long rusted as they served powerful ministers, relying on Autumn Water's prestige for a facade.
Years later, a girl recognized it and seized it. She even used it to kill its owner at the time.
The moment it pierced its master's throat, it remembered the blazing forge of its creation. It finally rang out, singing, anticipating its next strike.
But it broke by the waters of the Peach Grove Pass. The girl snapped it. It didn't know why, but its shattered blade cut the girl's hand. And so it tasted blood again. It turned out blood had to mix with tears to be hot enough.
Discarded in the water, it saw its own reflection—an ordinary sword.
Swords age too, and it had grown old long ago.
Beware, Wanderers. The price of power is quietly exacted from you.
Watch out, young ones. The pinnacle of the Jianghu can only be reached on your own.