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At the Battle of Zhongdu Bridge, Lin Xiansheng and Xiao Heyi stood shoulder to shoulder against their foes. That night, the moon was dark, and the stars sank low. The waters beneath the bridge choked and sobbed. The two fought and retreated in turn, watching their comrades fall one by one. Blazing flames swallowed the banners, lodging a knot of grief deep within their chests that could not be washed away.\nHeyi guarded the rear with his sword, while Xiansheng shielded him despite being wounded. As the flash of blades drew near, the two suddenly moved as one, advancing and retreating like a single soul cast in twin shadows. One stroke, bold and sweeping, as if a dragon has descended; another flows like a trailing thread, sealing every vital point. In their most desperate hour, the two entrusted their lives to one another, their sword-light interweaving like a cocoon, through which no blade could pass.\nThough Lin Xiansheng later fell to a strange poison, leaving him strength for but three strikes of the sword for the rest of his days, still, in the discourse of swordsmanship across the jianghu, the names of these two were held above all others.\nYears passed, the world calmed. That technique became a swan song, leaving none to behold it once more. Only on nights of the full moon might one hear, behind the Essence Retreat, two cries of the sword, seeming to reminisce about that bygone tale.\nThe Laureate need not draw his blade any longer, for the Champion shall always strike with his all.