What could spark an endless tangle of emotions…
What could make a single stone stir up a thousand waves?
Beneath the flash of blades, peach blossoms turn.
Some are delicate, some radiant, some heartbreakingly beautiful…
One martial-world tale follows another, each linked to the next.
Intricate and gripping.
The bold drink with open collars, while the chivalrous stride along, singing with swords tucked in their sleeves.
The scholar is a born romantic, playing his flute by the plum blossoms as the zither keeps him company.
The heroine wields her blade to defeat evil, while the lovely maiden leans by the railing and sends her longing afar.
The martial world has always been full of stories. Grudges are hard to settle, and spilled water cannot be gathered back.
Theme: A tale of reborn revenge and redemption, protecting the ones we love amid the whirlpool of political schemes
(The vest is the one with "Maybe it matches...") I'm here to collect the text and leave the claws~ I haven't seen such a true ancient saying in a long time. This chapter is really long...
It can actually be a sofa! Sprinkle flowers...