A Dream of Jianghu in the Misty Rain

The treasured sword gathers dust, the swordsman's blood runs cold. Rage surges in his heart as he draws his blade and fights for his martial arts dream, only for it to end in emptiness. The misty rain of the martial world, the heroes and their tales. Last night's rain in the old alley cut a throat; the pipa played as fish and dragons danced. In the end, it all became a story in a teahouse book.