Playing the Jianghu: No One Is Sincere, Not Even Me

He roams the martial world, meeting countless people, making countless friends, and earning countless enemies. Only one thing is certain: the human heart is ever-changing. Song Guiyan has a fine name, one fit for a learned scholar. He should have studied the classics, earned a degree, and spent his life in officialdom, whether as an honest or corrupt official. But ever since he could remember, he had lived in a secluded mountain range, surrounded by bamboo groves. The only sounds were bamboo being chopped and his father urging him to practice his martial arts. He had never truly understood, nor cared to understand, the poems and songs he heard from the merchants at the foot of the mountain. After all, nothing felt as good as vaulting across rooftops. It wasn't until he was in his teens that he descended the mountain and glimpsed this martial world, where human hearts were an uncharted territory.