Transmigrating into the Wuxia World, I Love a Good, Hard-Fought Match

With white horse and gentle breeze, he roams the ends of the earth; beneath the moon’s reflection, a jade hairpin binds dark clouds.

Half a pot of strong wine to toast the stars, one clear-flute melody to summon phoenixes and luan birds.

A light touch at her willow waist, her startled shadow like a swan in flight; lotus steps skim the waves, cold as the Chu River.

Together through the misty, rainy roads of the martial world, they’ll grow old side by side, riding beneath the green hills.