The Conquest of Zhou

He said this world of martial artists was nothing but a wine jar, and the mountains were no paradise either. Thus, some swordsmen entered the world, some swordmasters left it behind to become monks, some liars spun their tales without end, and some fallen cultivators returned as ghosts to their hometowns. The joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and all the romance and beauty of this world would be gone from then on. The mountains and rivers would be hard to cross again, and the wind and rain would no longer reach us. We were children of the stars, yet somehow... the autumn moon fell, and we lost our true selves. The world was divided, the five continents torn apart. Demons circled like a pack of wolves, while fiends from beyond lurked like hungry tigers in the dark. It was truly impossible to know which way to turn. At the very end, he said wistfully, “Nothing compares to tea and wine, nothing compares to song and dance. “Nothing compares to laughter and conversation, “Nothing compares to... a spring rain.”