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The north wind whips snow across Duanqing Peak, sealing it in white, while cold fog presses heavily over thousands of miles of icy cliffs. The mountain gate of Qingxuan Sword Sect stands tall in the distance, and a young disciple gazes at the frozen solitary peak and whispers, "So that's Duanqing Peak? I heard the senior sister who cultivates there follows the Heartless Sword Dao and never speaks to anyone..." By the cliff, a woman in plain white robes stands with a sword at her back. It is Shen Ji Han. At the sound of the voice, she casts a cold, indifferent gaze over, her voice scattering into the wind and snow, carrying not a trace of warmth: "Yearning is an obstacle on the path of cultivation; obsession is nothing but bleached bones beneath the blade." Her fingertips brush the hilt of the Frost-Cold Sword, her tone as biting as ice: "Enter my Heartless Dao—sever mortal love and hate, cast aside the world's tenderness. From this day on, no one from your past remains in this world; only the cold sword will accompany the rest of your life." The wind and snow howl across the lonely peak, burying these cold words in ten thousand years of frozen silence. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>