Drink That Cup of Moonlight

Every spring, apricot blossoms blanket the hills around Yunzongdu, like snow that never falls.

Some say the jianghu is about settling scores, righting wrongs, and the chivalry of keeping a promise at any cost. Others say it is about more than blades: it is also evening breezes, aged wine, and unexpected tenderness.

A young man leaves a town as beautiful as a poem. Along the way, swords sometimes clash and old grievances intertwine, but in the end, all that remains is moonlight, three meals a day, and the ordinary bustle of life.

If that's how it is, old friend, let's find an inn on an ordinary street and drink up that cup of moonlight.