Once you pick up a blade on the path of the jianghu, you are destined to keep walking it. One day, you may want to sheath your blade and leave the jianghu behind, only to discover that it is already buried deep in your heart.
My story begins in a small mountain village in the northeast, where I put down roots. The village is small, but the jianghu is vast.
Everyone wants to enter the jianghu, yet everyone in its lakes and seas longs to reach the shore.
I dedicate this book to my life in the jianghu, a stirring time marked by a few partings...
