Where Can I Find the Moon Palace?

The peerless and brilliant Young Master Guanghan saw the splendor of the mortal world as nothing more than drifting clouds. Through life after life of reincarnation, he had seen through struggles for power, love and hatred, and partings. He wanted no further involvement in the martial world, but how could he escape in these chaotic times? Family feuds, the grudges of the previous generation, and the slaughter of fellow disciples. Schemes and conspiracies came one after another. Was the kindness he could never forget, day or night, nothing but a carefully plotted deception? Why must a longtime friend now cross blades with him? Was the person he had finally opened his heart to worth risking his life for? When forced to choose, what would he give up? Is love meant to be forgotten or protected? Is loyalty meant to be betrayed or upheld? As the tide of worldly affairs rises and falls, can the human heart endure the fire?

Caught in the whirlpool of a murky world, he remained the lofty, ancient Young Master Guanghan.

A cup of clear wine, a zither beneath his fingers, and his voice raised in song. He sits and watches the world as if it were in his palm, mountains and rivers reflected upside down in a jade cup. He returns late, above the jade towers and palaces, where the zither's notes ring out across ninety thousand miles of dust.