The Ancient Moon over the Desolate Terrace

The martial world is awash in blood and chaos. White robes like plain silk, hair whipping wildly, a youthful face worn and withered.

Ask what love is, and look upon the fading grass, green with dew, and willow branches about to thin.

Drunk tonight, amid a world stretching ten thousand miles, there is no easy road home.

Who is it that sings, keeping watch over the plum blossoms where partings and reunions meet?

"Let go. If you don't, I'll die with you right here and now. Let's see whether you can carry out your scheme faster, or my blade can strike faster."

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It's really just a story about a younger brother betrayed by his older brother. After enduring grueling training, he sets out to get revenge, while the senior brother who loves him keeps helping him behind the scenes. That leads to a tangled, melodramatic mess of a story... Ahem.