Uh, I started writing this on impulse, hoping to find an outlet for the fixation I've had on a character for the past few years...
What would the world of martial arts in Mr. Wen's writing look like if the legendary blade Cold Water, sharp enough to cut gold and jade, had the power to travel through time? At first, I was simply looking for a suitable time and place...
Please ignore this self-indulgent blurb. This is my first time posting a story, so I may get stuck or abandon it at any time. The author's track record is unknown. If you don't like it, feel free to click the X in the upper-right corner... Hiding under a wok lid to fend off the blows...
Did you really write that you went down?