A Journey Through the World of Journey to the West

On some day in some month of some year during the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty.

In the long memory of my life, this should have been a day of good weather, with clear skies and a bright moon, a day of elegance and carefree charm.

But to me, this day was utterly dark. Anyone who had spent three straight days at the ma diao table without winning a single hand would find the whole world dark.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.