Human lives are as fragile as grass, and the jianghu is a game.
After an accident, Chen Wen arrives in a prison amid a chaotic age, carrying memories of the modern world.
The road ahead leads to certain death: exile to guard the imperial tombs, with wolves and tigers lurking all around him.
He trusts neither Heaven's will nor human kindness. He trusts only his own schemes.
Using bandits to his advantage, taking control of the salt trade, and maneuvering among rival powers, he draws everyone into his game of chess.
He enters a jianghu that devours its own.
He can scheme against people's hearts and toy with fate.
With cunning, he breaks out of a dead end; amid chaos, he stirs up a storm.
All living beings are pawns. I alone toy with fate as I roam the jianghu.
