When all goes wrong, a single breath can be enough to drown your sorrows in the martial world.
On Beiwang Mountain lives an immortal who can travel three thousand li in a single breath and face a million soldiers with a single sword.
On the shores of the Eastern Sea, a wicked dragon thrashes about, dreaming of breaking through the Heavenly Gate.
In the flourishing southern lands, people command spirit insects and cultivate Gu within their bodies, wielding the power to make all things live or die with a touch.
In the marketplace, a lame beggar has a green dragon coiled inside his bowl.
This martial world is vast, beyond the reach of a lifetime's exploration.
This martial world is small, confined to the storyteller's wooden clapper.
The young man stepped out of his thatched hut with a blade in hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the martial world.
Not bad old man. It's really well written, looking forward to it