The Condor Heroes: Record of Ping's Shadow

When I walk past a mountain, it says nothing. When I pass by the sea, it says nothing. My little donkey clip-clops along, and the Heaven-Reliant Sword accompanies me across the world.

I've visited the teahouse at Fengling Ferry and counted the rosy clouds above Mount Hua. The jade flute's mournful notes turn hoarse, and my longing is tucked into the flower by my temple. I've crossed the misty willows of Jiangnan and the snow like gauze in the northern frontier,

Treading the endless roads of the jianghu, I search the world over for him.

Everyone says I became a nun on Mount Emei because I loved the great hero Yang Guo. But really, I just fell in love with the clouds and rosy skies above Mount Emei. They were just like the fireworks I saw when I was sixteen.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.