One sword breaks the clouds and opens up the world, three swords separate the streams and determine the fate of the universe.
The Broken Cloud Sword has disappeared from the martial arts world for ten years, the Duanshui Sword among the Three Swords is still in its heyday, the Wanyue Sword is only passed down to women and has lost its former glory, and since Jinghong became famous thirty years ago, every successive successor has been short-lived, like a dragon that appears only once and never ends.
When Gu Xiao listened to storytelling at the tea stall, he would always see those so-called people of the world sighing, saying that the country remained the same but they didn't know where the heroes were. He had been fascinated by those rumors and only regretted that he had not been born ten or twenty years earlier so that he could see it with his own eyes.
However, he never imagined that his unsophisticated female gangster master would actually be the master of this generation's stunning sword.
When Gu Qifang pushed him to kowtow three times in front of the ancestral tablet, Gu Xiao still had dust on his forehead and hadn't come back to his senses.
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