Everything returns, and the darkness stretches on without end.
Was it the shattered jade from forty years ago reborn,
or the withered figure in hemp robes atop the snowy mountain peak?
Or perhaps it was the collision between past and present,
already lying hidden in everyone’s heart,
the opposition of time and space,
the choice between the martial world and the imperial court?
Some unseen hand seemed to be pulling countless puppets, and Jiang Ning was only one of them!
Countless fragments all pointed toward the snow-covered Tianshan Mountains.
A contest between “pieces” and “players.” The young swordsman set out from Huadu, and so the story began~
