"I, Zhao Huangting, have lived a long life. The older I got, the more my ambition was worn down. I'm cooped up in Lin'an, thinking of my past glory and feeling smug, but I didn't know that I could no longer feel heroic qi in my heart, nor could I feel pleasure anymore."
"Green Mountain was covered in dust because of me, but I didn't know it."
An extremely complicated expression flowed in the old man's eyes.
He had never thought that there would be a day when Sword Green Mountain would cheer so happily and let out such a high-pitched sword cry.
500 years ago, in the battle of the south migration, he rose with Green Mountain and fought the Yuan Emperor with three strikes.
At that time, Green Mountain was so excited that the sword roared like a dragon.
That was the only time he had seen it.
It was the closest he had been to Green Mountain.
After that, it never happened again.
