Once Among the Best in the Martial World

When I was young, I thought the jianghu was about settling scores, taking life as it came, and living freely. Later, I realized the jianghu was about worldly relationships, and the warmth and coldness of people's hearts. Later still, through all the rises and falls, I realized the jianghu was a dream that had come to an end. You arrive with wine in hand and leave when the revelry is over. The favored child of heaven returns to an ordinary life; the swan of old is content to be a sparrow. The splendor of the past cannot last forever, and the young man gives his life back to the jianghu. Years later, you pass through the streets under an assumed name, still unable to let go of the words: Ten years of ice in my heart could not cool my burning blood. A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum blossoms, a lamp glowing through the jianghu's rainy nights for ten years. Once the finest man in the world, he wears a tall crown and carries a long sword, never speaking of returning. A max-level powerhouse, sickly receiver x a gentle, refined, seemingly innocent but calculating attack. An idea about a beloved character that I was forced to set aside for a long time. I'll start writing it when my skills are strong enough to carry this story. The blurb may change before the story officially begins, but the central premise and character settings won't. Theme: Stay true to your original aspirations.