Dressed in white, a green bamboo sword, and a pot of endless wine. When he first entered the arena, he killed off the villains with just one sword blow, leaving behind the scent of wine and the name "The Man in White", and he walked away gracefully.
No one knows how old he is, just because sometimes he is as arrogant as a young man with clear eyes; sometimes he is as tired as old age, with thousands of years of wind and frost settling in his eyes. He was apprenticed to the elusive "Wine Master", who poured wine into a sword and wielded sword energy, but he always said that his master was just an "old fool".
From a startling glimpse of the imperial master's palace in the capital, an encounter with a strange monk by the mountains and rivers, to rescuing an official lady with a secret in the mountains, to having a sword fight with a peerless swordsman under the moon... He comes casually, setting foot on the moon and leaving fragrance, as if he is just a passerby in this world.
However, when the scrolls in his sleeves quietly increase, when the poisonous and dusty past of the old friend resurfaces, can the secret that has been hidden for countless years and drunk and sober under this seemingly carefree white clothes continue to be concealed?
This is a legend about freedom and bondage, time and loneliness, wine and sword. Let's see how the man in white clothes, carrying a pot of wine and a bamboo sword, leaves the most stunning and elusive figure in this chaotic world.
Reader comments
Do whatever you want, but still not carefree. Nice
Do whatever you want, but still not carefree. Nice