The Immortal of Martial Extremes

A jianghu road soaked in blood and swept by fierce winds, where heroes wield swords and sing of love. Where do a hero’s tears fall? Love fades into sorrow, tears fall freely, wine fills the cup, and blood burns in the heart. The pain of parting, a body lost to reincarnation. When we meet again someday, we’ll raise our cups and celebrate. When we reunite, past and present will change, yesterday’s clouds will disperse, and old debts of gratitude and vengeance will be settled in one final battle.