The Azure Flood Dragon

Once, he lounged drunkenly among the flowers, laughing and teasing his way through the martial world, a rakish, carefree wastrel who drank in the sights of worldly passion through bleary eyes. He had also been a Azure Flood Dragon, the sharpest blade of all. Now the whole world was against him, and the road through the martial world was cut off. So he raised his blade against heaven and overturned the old order. One blade reflected the snow; the other severed autumn. From here on, he sought only to overturn everything, not to find his way home.