I Am a Sword Cultivator in the Mortal Realm

He chose the sword over love, believing emotion was the enemy of perfection. A heartbroken maiden fled the sect's highest peak; an immortal fairy's longing met only silence. For he was convinced the sharpest blade required no heart. Twenty years later, he awakens in a humble town—no longer the cold Supreme Elder, but a young man freed from his own illusion. As he stands before the radiant woman who never stopped waiting, he finally understands: the true path of the sword was never about forsaking humanity, but embracing it.