Jing Shuhuai

The Myriad Crafts Pavilion has an arrogant pavilion master. He is the strongest in the world, has been bedridden for a hundred years, and wants nothing more than to roam the ends of the earth with a sword and become a heroic martial artist. But one day, he wakes up to discover that a down-and-out young woman has captured him and taken him down the mountain. She has no sword at her waist, no money in her pockets, and wants nothing more than to roam the martial world and become a heroine. Is being captured by her the greatest humiliation and funniest joke of his life, or an unprecedented case of falling for her despite himself?

A youth roams the martial world, drinking a thousand jars, carefree as I please while taking grudges and gratitude in stride.

I ask where the flowers fall: half buried in river snow, half returned to dust, a fleeting bloom exchanged for white hair.

All dreams, all things empty. I laugh and ask, where did this foolishness come from?

I cannot resolve the countless feelings of this mortal world, nor change what must remain unchanged. I have always written the sentiments in my heart within the mirror.