A Sword Through the Jianghu

Clouds veil the sun as twin daggers settle old scores; one sword turns with the wind, and pale snow streams by. Where are the Northern Blade and Southern Lord now? How many autumns have passed in the jianghu, through cups of strong wine? “After Chongming killed Xiao Youfei all those years ago, the Northern Blade and Southern Lord fell apart. People in the jianghu said their ties had been severed and their legend had grown old. But look at how wondrously fate works: it has brought all those legends together again, like spring grass flourishing year after year.” “So Young Master Xiao means that you and I have taken up the name of the Northern and Southern Heroes again, all because of fate?” “If we weren't fated to meet, our first encounter would have been a clash of swords, not the meeting of kindred spirits.” “I waited a long time for you back then.” “And I waited a long time for you, young hero.” “I heard the head of the Xiao family never opens his heart to anyone.” “And I remember that you trust only your sword.”