The Great General’s Tale

Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers, a world full of suffering. Countless commoners flee their homes.

Six hundred years of dynasties rise and fall. Emperors and generals all end as bones.

A farmer in tattered clothes, a young nobleman riding in fine clothes.

A blade in hand, he charges into battle and dies at the front. An armored soldier stands guard at the border.

Ask whose world the jianghu should be. Dare to ask whose realm the whole world should belong to.

In white robes or green, sword in hand, he roams the world. After achieving fame and fortune, he looks back and remembers his younger days.

Raise a jug of wine and tell a tale of the jianghu, looking back on the past.

Don't put down your blade. General, why would you kneel and bow your head?