I am 10 to 50, and I will make my way into the martial arts world.
Young and frivolous, sword and staff reach the end of the world.
Gathering together at Peach Blossom Temple, we can see all the ups and downs of the world.
The blizzard in midsummer buries the scorching sun and wipes away the hatred.
Your drunken eyes blur the light and shadow of swords, and my pen and ink write a new chapter of martial arts.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
