"Xiao Bai, do you sword cultivators go around scowling all day?"
"You want to become a sword Immortal? What a coincidence. I want to become the greatest swordsmith!"
"Oh, our great sword Immortal has quite the deft hands. You can even make wooden hairpins?"
"If your Life-Bound Sword broke, you just have to find it again. I believe in you!"
The tangled memories of his past life kept surging against Bai Feiyu's eyes.
In those memories, that blue-green robe was always worn with carefree ease, its wearer laughing and joking all day, a grass root dangling rakishly from his mouth.
He chattered as though he meant to say a lifetime's worth of words in advance.
His clothes hung loose and his hair was a mess, but his eyes were as clear as a deep pool whose bottom lay plainly in sight.
In his past life, his name had been Li Taibai. He always held his sword in his arms, eyes closed as he contemplated his Dao, while the owner of that blue-green robe would tease him from time to time.
He followed behind him like a little shadow, saying he would forge him the strongest sword in the world.
Who knew when he had appeared? That blue-green-robed figure had suddenly barged into Li Taibai's world, and the two became inseparable.
They traveled across the entire continent and even visited the Immortal islands overseas.
They shouted atop snowy mountains and watched avalanches tumble down.
They rode whales through the sea, cleaving the waves and riding the wind.
They would lie in the grass for an entire day, breathing in its fresh fragrance before drifting hazily off to sleep.
As the two traveled the world, they made resounding names for themselves.
Some people even began calling him a sword Immortal.
Whenever that