Sword-Wielding Playboy

1. My master died in a duel. His opponent was the greatest swordsman in the martial world, the highly respected master of White Crane Manor. Stroking his beard, my master said to me, "To have a thrilling duel with a master like that, I'd gladly die for it." He had long yearned for a world-shaking battle like that, even though he was now nothing more than a martial arts instructor in the General's estate. For the past ten years, he had done just one thing: teach the young master of the estate martial arts. That young master was me, a notorious playboy in the capital. The old man was always stroking his beard and saying to me, "Before I met you, you little demon..."