I ride the wind on my sword, vanquishing demons between heaven and earth.
With wine, I roam in bliss; without it, I am still carefree.
One drink swallows rivers, the next consumes the sun and moon.
A thousand cups cannot make me fall, for I am the Wine Sword Immortal.
With sword in hand, I have reached the peak of the mortal world. With wine, I stride into the heavens. I roam among the stars, toy with the constellations and sun and moon, then lie drunk among the clouds and laugh at the world.
How many frosts can spring blossoms endure? Who will share the autumn moon's lonely light? When a devoted heart finds true love, a graceful butterfly transforms into a woman in red.
There are heartless people in this world, yet demons can be deeply devoted.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
