The world's heroes rise in my generation; once we enter the martial world, the years rush by.
In the midst of talk and laughter, we discuss emperors and their ambitions, yet life itself is worth more than a drunken dream.
Sword in hand, I ride through a storm of ghosts; mountains of white bones send the birds scattering.
The affairs of the world surge like a tide, and people are like water. I can only wonder how many who enter the martial world ever return.
Shen Baiyu, young master of Sword-Seeking Manor, carries a Wu hook sword as he roams the martial world.
