Blades and swords at one another's side, silver frost and icy spirit tracing whose legend? Maple leaves dance and cherry blossoms fly; amid falling flowers and fading shadows, who waits in the depths of memory? Wild sands sweep across the desert, the aura of the Dragon God entwined around them, forging whose eternal dominion? Stars fall and constellations vanish; with the bearing of an immortal, what tangled grudges and passions emerge? One step makes a demon, the next a Buddha. Amid sorrow and joy, who can see through it all? A long song paints the world's many faces; one graceful dance leaves how many hearts heavy with sorrow? Across the vast heavens, blades are laid to rest and the world sealed away. It is all no more than flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon in water, vanishing in an instant.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
