Ordinary Wuxia

Some write the world as all living beings, some as an empire, and others as a calamity. The wind fills the tower and rolls up the yellow sands; swords dance through the ages, their fame shaking the world. Rain drifts hazily, weariness settles over the mortal world; I return the pearl to you, while duckweed floats on autumn waters.

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