Tales of the Mortal World

In a haze, Jiang Hui saw the countless years of his past, years he could no longer count. People who live too long eventually forget everything, even themselves. To him, time raced through his memories like the wind. In a daze, he journeyed through the years, past clashing armies and rumbling war drums, past the intoxicating splendor of the mortal world, past summers and autumns spent hidden under assumed names, until at last he came to rest on an autumn night.