It's just a dream, the time is unknown, the location is unclear, the plot is incoherent, the language has no reason, and the characters are not fleshed out. I love martial arts and want to write some chivalry, but I have read too many romances, so I went astray and tended to the love that is overused by the world. Love, at best, is mixed with some ancient dragon-like tricks. I only discovered it painfully after writing more than half of it. I can only say that this is a dream to justify all my absurdities. When you read it, just treat it as a complete narrative of a messy dream.
Intention: