I wonder if, many years from now, anyone will still remember the white-robed Taoist priest before the Two Rituals Gate, the bright spring sunshine of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the knight and the lone wanderer meeting in the silent desert, the crisp silver bells of Miaojiang startling the assassins hidden in the dark, and the young women of the Embroidery Workshop dancing gracefully to the tolling of an ancient temple bell. The bold vow, "With our spears, we swear to defend the soul of the Great Tang," once drifted over the high walls of the Tiance Manor. And by the banks of West Lake, a group of young men and women once held hands, laughing and chatting about romance as they drank to their hearts' content.
It's so cruel, so tiring [Manual goodbye]
After reading the synopsis, I couldn't bear to read it. It was a bone-deep pain. If Fairy Sword when I was a boy was the first time my heart was broken, then Sword 3 now is a pain that I can't bear to touch. When I reach middle age, I no longer have the courage I had as a girl. I gradually fell in love with the story at the beginning of the game. When I think of the Anshi Rebellion, I can't bear to play anymore. I can't bear to see those familiar people become the background!