Hearing the Bell at the Sword Pavilion

Time flies like an arrow, yet fate is as unpredictable as a bow. Zhou Man's life was filled with hardship; he sought perfection but could not achieve it all. He thought he could defy fate and attain the Great Dao, becoming the emperor of Qizhou, but on the day of the Fengshan ceremony, he was besieged by a thousand sects and perished on Jade Emperor Peak. The past faded away, and in a dream, he returned… Above the Sword Pavilion, the golden bells rang again; within White Emperor City, the goddess's song still echoed. That year, in the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, her frail mother, to prevent her from learning swordsmanship, raised a rusty woodcutter's knife and chopped off her little finger. Sixteen-year-old Zhou Man, clutching her wound, sat under the eaves, listening to the rain all night. - Reborn, how will I live? - Live however I feel most comfortable. Note: 1. (Face rolling on the keyboard)