Drunk on Flowers, Enchanted by Beauty

Blood.

Scarlet blood slowly dripped from the blade.

Zhan Xiao would never forget the hand that reached out before him in that moment, pale and delicate, just like a woman's.

And yet he had lost.

He saw the man arch his brows and smile as he spoke: Why not become brothers and travel together, sword in hand?

Only when blades and swords have feelings can the jianghu come alive.