Love means being surrounded by beautiful women and loving only you; out of three thousand rivers, drinking from just one.
If you love several people, is that love too? What a joke. We're all thousand-year-old monsters, so why pretend to be young? Aren't we all just making do so we can stay alive? Put it bluntly and it'll hurt, so let's be pleasantly confused and call it love. Isn't that happier?
Just as I'm about to spend my wedding night with the beautiful woman I fell in love with at first sight, lost in each other's affection, overwhelmed by passion, a flying sword delivers a letter saying my father-in-law has died and I must mourn for three years...
The damnable Qian Kun Art I risked my life to obtain has a name grand enough to reach the heavens, yet even its first level is incomplete. Is this a joke? Or is it a joke...
