When I first read martial arts fiction as a boy, I dreamed of peerless kung fu and flashing blades. Now that I’m thirty and reading it again... I can’t help wishing I could unleash a crushing attack from a higher dimension, wielding immortal arts and reigning supreme over the world. The jianghu is gone, and all that’s left are beautiful women. The first world is The Legendary Siblings, and the second is The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.
Very well written and well put together
I like this writing style inexplicably, as if I was recalling the time I visited Mr. Qian in Besieged City!