Mist Flows Like a Palace in Ruins

An age of dazzling splendor, a golden era of song and dance. Is that all there is? What about what lies beneath? What truths of the martial world are hidden behind all this glitter? Those tangled loves and hatreds, those journeys from Jiangnan to the northern seas, those chivalrous dreams, as hazy and illusory as smoke. Will they leave something behind in your dazzled eyes? Will some face, radiant and graceful as a lotus, come to mind in some moment or time and place? Will you remember those who once stood by each other, never to part…