I Speak of Dongli in the Bitter Realm

Bai Yuheng arrived in Kuliang, a wondrous world that reads like martial arts fiction but is written as fantasy. Here are the Sun and Moon Prodigies, each commanding half the world of letters and arms... Here is the Hundred Generations of Confucianism, who has laughed at every hero under heaven... Here are the leaders of the three religions, who weather storms together and stand side by side... And countless other scheming masterminds and heroes, bold champions and wise strategists, talented men and beautiful women... And so, in front of the Public Pavilion, there appeared a peaceful inn that wanted no part in the martial world, along with an “ordinary” storyteller who only wanted to earn Jianghu Points. The endless grudges of the martial world, told in ink by foolish scribes. A thousand years of ambition swept east with the river. I roam at ease, envying not even the immortals. In dreams, I know not the water that heaven has cursed. Tonight, I wake shivering in the bitter cold before dawn. A lovesick fool knows not the way, but I tell stories and sing opera, and my poems are at peace, my wine at ease~ at ease!