The Book Says the Jianghu Is Half a Foot Cold

With a three-foot blade forged through cultivation, a birchwood headscarf can hardly hide the crimson stains. A jug of clear wine, shared with you, while the sea’s waves ring like bells.

We’ll travel the distant roads of the jianghu together and lay countless wonders to rest. Love and hate are at the mercy of fate; in this life, I’ll accompany you into dreams.