I ride the wind on my sword, banishing demons across the world.
With wine, I roam in joy; without it, I still dance in a daze.
What makes one an immortal? What makes one a demon?
My long sword pierces heaven and earth; within my flask lie the sun and moon.
After a thousand years of cultivation, I finally attain the Dao, riding my sword through the jianghu among clouds of color.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
