When the Sword Falls to the Mortal World: A Beauty's First Cry Stirs the Jianghu

The jianghu is vast, and old grudges are hard to settle. A lifelong devotion began with a first meeting beneath the falling snow of Kunlun and ended amid the peonies in full bloom in Luoyang.

Ling Xuan, the head of the Huashan Sect, and Xiao Muxue, a heroine of the Xiao family, met because of a jianghu conspiracy. Their relationship grew from one misunderstanding after another into a bond that endured even unto death. He took a deadly palm strike for her; she traveled thousands of miles to track him down. He spent a year repairing their shattered trust, and she answered with a lifetime of steadfast love. Through the blades of Black Wind Stronghold, the sinister schemes of the Blood Fiend Sect, and a life-or-death choice before the altar, they held hands through storm and strife, turning a world of flashing swords into a gentle, lasting love.

Su Yaoguang, the bright and charming physician of Medicine King Valley, and Zhao Feng, the young master of Golden Saber Sect, found their way to each other through bickering and pledged to protect one another. From poisoned darts aimed at each other to the scent of medicine mingling with the glint of blades, they tucked the passion and tenderness of jianghu lovers into the sweetness of osmanthus cakes and the bitter taste of healing medicine.

From youthful, reckless adventures in the jianghu to a lifetime together with silver in their hair; from the cries of twins, a boy and a girl, to the peace of grandchildren playing at their knees, the stories of two generations continue through the legends of the Green Blade and the Huashan Sword. Here you will find the perils of flashing blades, the tenderness of love, and, after weathering every storm, the warmth and fulfillment of holding hands through the jianghu and never parting, even in death.

The jianghu is vast, and the mortal world stretches on without end. They proved with their lives that the most moving legend is never a martial artist who stands unrivaled beneath heaven, but two hands that stay clasped across the years.