A man, living in this world—what is romance, flair, gentleness, dominance, detachment, or pride?
—These are all just icing on the cake.
The true essence lies in perseverance and responsibility. A real man dares to shoulder his duties—that is what truly provides a woman with reliable support.
She lifted her head, gazing at the Sky Mirror.
A hint of pride flashed across her stunningly beautiful face, bearing a Swordsman's disdain, as her Longsword descended from the sky.
"The Sword Sect warmly welcomes guests from all over."
This declaration spread throughout the Twenty-One Provinces.
A ray of sunlight pierced through the windowpane into the room. From the angle of the man lying on the bed, he could just see the dust motes dancing in the light.
A slender figure sat by the bed with her back to him, also gazing at this ray of sunlight, lost in thought.
