Night Rain Over the Jianghu

The blade leaves no shadow, the sword is cold as frost,

In the Plum Blossom Hermitage, snow conceals the flower's fragrance.

A hero's tears, a beauty's makeup,

A sorrowful parting breaks the heart.

On an autumn rainy night, aboard a lonely boat,

A cup of rough wine, and the sorrows of the martial world.

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