The road outside the door led to life or death. The Fountain of Life drew ghosts and gods from every corner. Through ten thousand miles of flourishing spring, I would always be by your side. Once my sword was drawn, I would never regret it—I would seek your smile.
Four lines. One sword. Five lives.
Xie Wuxin didn't count. The other four were each as powerful as a true disciple of a Holy Land, yet they hadn't been able to put up even the slightest resistance before they died. Their deaths had been swift and decisive.
Bai Yang understood Dan Qiulin's four lines. He had left Gourd Valley, and there were only two possible outcomes: life or death. There was absolutely no third option. The Fountain of Life had drawn all manner of monsters and demons, but he feared none of them. Through his actions, he had made it clear: whoever you were, if you dared block his way, he would cut you down with a single sword!
That was the meaning of the first two lines. The first of the last two spoke of the promise he had made to Mu Tong all those years ago. Though spring stretched for ten thousand miles and flowers bloomed in a scene of splendid beauty, the only beautiful sight in his heart was Mu Tong. The world might be wonderful, but all he needed was to stay by her side. He knew that the moment he drew his sword, he would never regret it. When he left the valley, he had known this would be a difficult road, and that he might never return. But he had no regrets. He would use the sword in his hand to fight for the Fountain of Life and bring Mu Tong back to life, so