Sword: Stormclouds

Where I am, there is the jianghu.

Rumor has it that there is a sword in the jianghu, long and slender. At night in particular, many who see it are struck with terror. Even in broad daylight, it gives anyone hoping to claim it pause.

Its wielder is even stranger, dressed in an unusual way that sets him apart from the world. Yet that peculiar outfit makes him easy to recognize from afar, which has allowed many to escape from him time and again.

Outside the city, by the river, you can always see a man sitting on horseback, gazing now and then at the red glow about to sink below the horizon. He seems utterly lonely. This is the sword's wielder.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.