The Taosu Autumn Wind Observation Art

I've read some works lately, and they've given me a few ideas. I've realized that many excellent works are all telling the same story. Sometimes I wonder whether I should tell those stories again, too. The sky is vast and the earth remote; one feels the universe's boundless expanse. Joy turns to sorrow, and one comes to know that fullness and decline have their appointed measure. Sigh... Maybe I'm still too young and not composed enough, without much life experience behind me. I still feel an overwhelming urge to tell the story. Then let's tell it! As I envision it, this story should take place in a wuxia world, so I'll begin by telling you about that world. I hope you fellow readers will encourage and support me if I tell it well. If I don't, I'll humbly accept your criticism.