A Greatsword-Wielding Wanderer

That year, the young man left the Iron Sword Sect, excited to become the leader of the martial world, only to land a civil service job in Chang’an by pure chance. Chivalry and justice gave way to eating, drinking, gambling, and carousing; the clash of blades gave way to the daily grind. He had stayed at the Dragon Gate Inn and lost money atop the Forbidden City… To avoid any misunderstandings, I should make this clear once again. I am Zhang Jie. Jie, as in “robbery.” I’m not close with Lu Xun, I can’t sing, and I have no fans. All I have is an iron sword, and I swear to sweep across the eight directions and four seas! Hmph! You may bully an old man with a white beard, but never a young man… Sorry, sorry, wrong set…