Remembering the Jianghu: Tales of the Underworld

I am Liang Yide. I wrote this book not to glorify the supposed thrills and vendettas of the underworld, but in the hope of warning others not to stray down the wrong path and sink ever deeper into this road of no return.

Looking back on decades gone by, all I see is deceit and betrayal. The bonds of old friendships wore away, and relatives gradually turned against me. In the end, I was left to drift alone, living in solitude until I had nothing left.

Every turning point in my fate began in that sweltering summer. My father died suddenly, and from then on, my life veered completely off course. A turbulent journey beyond my control had begun.