The Blade-Bearer's Writ

A bitter tear from drunken sorrow, a lone figure journeying through wind and rain. A dark horse crosses the Central Plains, a wanderer seeks his reward with sword in hand. Armed with a bounty order, he hunts down the most wanted criminals. A sword hidden in bamboo, cutting down every injustice. Once known as a Thousand Oxen, now he roams the jianghu. Sword raised to bring peace to the world, I promise you a lifetime of peace. What does it mean to kill a man every ten paces and travel a thousand miles alone? And what is the jianghu? Longing for someone? Here’s what I say: the jianghu is lonely, and longing brings sorrow.