On the Eastern Continent, people look back on the past hundred years: an age both ordinary and chaotic, stained with blood and sweat, and marked by love and sorrow.
When drizzling rain brushes the parasol trees, when the east wind passes through the hall, when a startled shadow flashes beneath the moon, when blossoms beneath the trees intoxicate the heart, there are reclusive masters beyond compare who see more than just gulls arriving day after day; there are dashing young talents who do more than pine for someone beneath the moon; and there are peerless beauties who are not bound by passion.
That past became a sentiment. In this world, countless people's youth, countless cycles of autumn leaves falling and spring returning, and countless joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, have all been distilled into this ballad, passed from mouth to mouth and fondly recalled:
Across the Five Realms and Four Rivers, dare to roam,
A young man with ambition ventures far from home.
Among the many, all appear so ordinary,
Who could know
That even the lowly may achieve great things,
And help the Heavenly Lantern dye the Three Plains.
Joining hands across the jianghu, we bring peace,
Together we rule the realm and usher in a golden age.
Long live the Celestial Dynasty!
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