[Chinese Paladin 4] Dusk at Kunlun Temple

Listen to the wind: its passing leaves no trace. Watch the sea of clouds: they drift away, unaware. Over thousands of years, how many heroes went nameless, how many wanderers turned back? With a sword in hand, I roam the world at will. Who knew the hero would grow old? Who knew the watchers would say nothing, but remember it all? A hundred years later, looking back, I sit by the Bridge of Meng Po, fanning myself as I watch the bonfire flicker. I tell an innocent child of those turbulent, stirring days of old. The tale goes on and on, but my old friends are gone. PS: This story has no particular pairing and follows the official pairings without special changes. I simply miss the days when I stayed up all night playing Xian Jian 4. I've added a woman named Luan Ya, who watches the events of Xian Jian 4 unfold, in memory of the heroes who have passed away. Theme: