The Jianghu Chronicles of Shiqiu

A white-clad swordsman stood atop a snowy mountain, sword in hand, watching the sunset;

A young scholar swayed his head as he read, holding a book in his hands;

Two ragged drunkards sat in a tavern, chatting about everything under the sun;

An old man rode an elephant and played a jade flute;

“Smack!”

With a sharp rap of the courtroom block, the middle-aged man in a scholar’s robe began his tale of days gone by.