A scholar's silhouette behind a half-closed door, adrift in the jianghu beneath an endless night. A soundless stir shocks those above; love and hate between sea and sky stretch into the distance.
A few cups of yellow wine and simple dishes ease the sorrow. Like a butterfly dancing in days gone by, the memory never fades. He once went mad over silk scrolls and painted fans; with feathered wings he roams free, never seeking to be king.
He is a scholar, a poet, a knight-errant, a wine immortal, a madman, a Buddha...
Who is he, really?
He watches people, and they watch him, as if watching a play. Who is caught up in the game?
He has walked many strange and different paths. He laughs that the Three Realms are no more than a game in his hands. In barren places, where all life has turned to ash, he sings with abandon.
He is Zhong Yuheng!
The last surviving scion of the Southern Dynasty's royal family, whom King Zhao Wen failed to capture even with three thousand imperial guards;
A wandering swordsman from a small town in Jiangnan, who spent two years waiting tables, serving food and wine to customers;
A cold-blooded killer renowned beyond the frontier, who stole the Colorless Glazed Hairpin just to win a child's smile;
On a long, endless road, he asks questions of ordinary people; on an endless journey, he becomes a peerless powerhouse. He loves writing poetry, painting, and playing chess; he's fond of wine and women, and obsessed with swords. He's not conceited at all, and his mouth...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.