He has just come of age, naturally alluring and domineering, with the peerless Thousand City Pavilion under his command.
She is peerlessly beautiful, cunning as ice and snow, yet so stubborn; her extremely yin sword and utterly pure score are both merciless.
A piece of fallen jade, a dragon bone. Their cold, demonic beauty rules the world, yet both carry memories and hopes destined to be stained with blood...
One moment of willfulness, yet it has continued the sorrow of several lifetimes and prolonged a contest spanning several lifetimes.
A thousand days pass in a flash; the city and its towers are endless beneath the snow and frost, while the pavilion's cliff is no more than a support for the sky. A bright pearl and the heavens, golden cups of wine, sleeves swirling in a dance that could topple a city, none compare to gazing from afar across the cliff. A beauty smiles gently, and in looking back, finds no regrets in this life. Only, who is the beauty smiling to bring a city to ruin for?
Jade branches and shattered gems, a galloping horse startling the snow, sleeves fluttering in the wind; snow blankets the mountain road to Changbai. Towering pavilions, the summit of the sacred cliff, the meaning of your gaze: do you know how dearly I wish you understood? Yet a lifetime of splendor is vast and bleak. Gazing at your feelings, tears... [garbled text]
The contest: in the end, did he lose the world, or did the world lose him?
