Misty Rain Over Jianghu, All Roads Lead to Dreams

Beneath the misty rain of Jianghu, human life is as fickle as a floating weed, drifting without certainty. In a life of seventy years, people seek nothing more than imperial power and supremacy in the martial world. Yet when the end comes and the flowers bloom in all their glory, looking back, everything has changed beyond recognition.

(Note: This is sort of a half-length Misty River and Lake fanfic. You can read it just fine even if you haven't played the game, so enjoy!)