Chu Hanyue’s gaze was calm as she looked toward the silent, broken "Nirvana" sword atop the isolated peak.
To bear its nirvana was also to bear its... boundless regret and realization, heavy as the sea of stars.
Suspended in the void, her white robes fluttering like snow, Chu Hanyue stared at the broken sword atop the isolated peak with eyes deep as an ancient well. A chilling aura surged around her, silently freezing and shattering the residual sword malice that tried to assail her.
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