Ten years of longing, all a dream. Tears blur my sight as I drain my cup.
Fame and fortune have all faded into neon lights.
Once, I commanded a thousand armies. I look back with a sigh: it has all come to nothing.
What use is a name that lasts a thousand years? It only deepens regret and adds to my mediocrity.
A dream of millet yellowed with age, as spring and summer give way to autumn and winter.
I have watched life and death rise and fall. I seek nothing more, and laugh as I tell the tale!
The passion of Jin Yong, the honor of Gu Long, the obsession of Liang Yusheng, the freewheeling spirit of Wen Rui'an, the perseverance of Huang Yi... I don't really understand the martial worlds created by these five masters, but I want to. No matter how exciting someone else's martial world may be, it will always belong to someone else. I want to create a martial world that is mine alone!
If you're still lost in this grown-up fairy tale, come here. I'll continue the legend of the martial world for you!
