Feng Xiang Throws the Three Kingdoms into Chaos

I raise my eyes, gaze to the heavens, and let out a long, impassioned cry. Thirty years of fame are dust and dirt; eight thousand miles of road are clouds and moonlight. Don’t fritter away your youth until your hair turns white and all that remains is regret. A feud over power ensnares the Zhao brothers and plunges them into chaos. At the moment of death, time and space go awry, and one of them possesses the mind of the Zhao family’s third son. Zhao Ru is born with a cheat-like knack for divining the secrets of heaven. Watch as this young man makes his way through the Three Kingdoms, conquers the chaos, and brings unity to the realm.

A beauty glances back with a smile, and even the green hills are intoxicated. The clash of blades makes the heart race for her! Who is that figure in flowing white, with the sound of a qin winding through the plum blossoms beneath the moon, writing his path through the Three Kingdoms with lofty ambition? Who can wield both qin and sword, and laugh at the white horse beneath the western wind? Let the world change as it will; I remain free and unbound. Who can boil wine over green plums and discuss the heroes of the realm? Let the waves wash away the great figures of their age. Don’t fret over partings and reunions; let the cool breeze carry the moon home. All comings and goings are fleeting.