The Sword-Wielding Prince Roams the World

The martial world isn't somewhere far away. It's right before our eyes. The imperial court is the martial world, the human heart is the martial world, and so is the world of martial arts itself. The martial world drifts, rising and falling with the times. One day, you rule; the next, you're just another person. Night after night, black hair turns white by morning; an empty heart leaves its mark on the green moss. Even when the world reaches its end, no old friend will come through the martial world. This is not that other martial world.