The Splendor of the Jianghu Is but a Dream

I look back, and all I see is a haze of peach blossoms.

Amid the drifting petals, will my beloved return?

Sword in hand, I roam the ends of the earth; green hills veil the sunset.

When my horse treads on fragrant blossoms, I am still a stranger in a foreign land.

Every beauty will one day find her beloved, and every scholar will walk with honor.

Once you enter the martial world, storms gather fast; by the time you look back, your heart has already forgotten how to love.

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