Spring River, Flowers, Moonlight Night: Xiaoxiang

When you hold a sharp weapon, the urge to kill arises.

Do not let the rise or fall of one family bring the realm to ruin. Do not let the honor or disgrace of one person leave the nation on the brink of collapse...

There are many in this world who have lost their way, believing themselves masters of all things, free to kill or spare as they please, and feeling immensely pleased with themselves. They do not understand that true cultivation means learning to restrain oneself.

There are also countless practitioners of heretical arts who believe their powers are unrivaled, fight to prove their strength, and proclaim themselves immortals. They do not understand that the Dao is fundamental, while techniques are merely the details.

The road ahead is long and arduous. This vast world is like a giant elephant, and you and I are but blind men feeling our way across it...

Spring on the river, blossoms in the moonlight, the warmth of everyday life.

Night rain in Xiaoxiang, orioles in flight and grass growing lush.

I don't preach. I tell stories. The meaning behind them is for you to discover for yourself.