Great Qin: Beneath the Court, Within the Jianghu

As a boy, he thought that if he held that long halberd, the whole world would be his.

Looking back on those years, he realizes what he misses most is still those days spent sleeping to the sound of rain beneath the tattered eaves of an old shrine outside the city.

And the crickets chirping beneath the broken tiles...

Hey! Kid,

bring the wine!

Let's get drunk one more time...