The New Nation's Military Code

For three hundred years, snow fell over the walls of Chang'an.

Some got drunk and wasted away amid piles of gold and powder, while others scavenged for food to survive in mass graves. The lanterns of the Minister's residence went dark, and the glint of blades lit up the martial world. Ask how that young man crawled out of a heap of corpses and fought his way forward, one step at a time, and no one can say for sure.

As for how he made it through,

it's all written in the book. Just open it and see.

After all, that was an age that devoured people, but people could also live to become masters of their own fate.

No matter what the times are like, in every age there are always people willing to stand up and speak a few words of justice on behalf of the common people.

Lastly, I'd like to borrow the words of a long-renowned fellow Daoist: "I have so much I want to say to this world."