I suspect you of stealing my carriage, but have no proof.
This sword slays demons and immortals alike. From now on, Xiao Lang and I are strangers. First Sword: Severed Affection.
A cool breeze rises over the waterside pavilion. Longing fills my sleeves, flowers cover my robes. Second Sword: Lanternkindling.
Descending from Yellow Crane Tower, leaning against green pines, flying clouds and trailing sleeves point toward a distant lone sail. Third Sword: Green Sleeves Unfurled.
Red roses in my palm, crabapple blossoms between my fingers. A cup of wine muddles the sorrow of love. Fourth Sword: Bewildered Heart.
A lone shadow shines against the open sky. I raise my cup and trade it for a dream. Fifth Sword: Frost.
A peach-blossom face, hidden by apricot blossoms; plum blossoms smile, their fragrance still faint. Sixth Sword: Errant Flower Dance.
