What does Jianghu look like in your eyes?
A lonely figure on the cold river, an old friend in the rivers and lakes, holding a sword to the end of the world?
Or is it just one man and one sword, chivalrous and courageous, without any need for his own life and death?
When the world you thought was no longer the world you thought it was,
The duel between masters is no longer surrounded by green bamboos and empty valleys and cold peaks;
Everything seems to be separated from the world in your eyes.
When a duel turns into a group fight, like a group of gangsters fighting? When ten swords, ten knives, three punches, six palms and two guns become a thing of the past.
Is the arena you are in still your arena?
It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. This is a world, but it is not a world.
Perhaps, Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human nature.
