However, he could never forget to avenge his master, avenge his junior brother, avenge his sect... He was burdened with a huge blood feud... He could even feel the pain in his heart every moment.

Can be thickened into juice...

I have a feeling that if he continues to torture himself like this, sooner or later, he will collapse...

He hugs his sword while sleeping. Every day when he is free, his eyes are looking at his sword, so focused. The sword is all his hope. The hope of revenge!

I am very curious: Could it be that, to a man, a cold sword is more beautiful than a beautiful woman?

Which one is better looking, me? Or is the sword better looking?

He often wakes up from his dreams and shouts: "I'm going to kill you!"

Every time that happens, I hug him tightly with my arms until he calms down... Every time that happens, I always feel heartbroken and cry...

For this man...

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Chapter completed!