The world. Heroes vie for supremacy. Who will shape its fate?
The martial world. Three lives pass in a dream, and all worldly splendor fades away.
When I awoke, the martial world was no longer the martial world, and the world was no longer the world.
The sword soul of Jingri and the fighting spirit of Lengyue were nothing more than a dirge, a final song, in the dream of a fleeting life.
The red lotus bathes in flames, a red lotus reborn in fire. The struggle lies only in what to choose and what to give up.
When the dust settled and I looked back, I realized that what I had gained was already lost, while what I had lost had faded into memory. Or perhaps it was merely a pile of fragments in an illusory world.
Outside the window, flowers swayed in the breeze. In my dreams, splendor crumbled. The lively and the lonely alike were no more than memories.
By the Bridge of Helplessness, beside the flowers of the other shore, amid the vast waters of the River of Forgetfulness, who will remember?
Sir, you are really well-educated and beautiful...>_<...