Have you ever seen a one-legged old woman lightly swing her cane and send three or five burly men flying ten meters away?
Have you ever seen a foolish old man simply say, "I'm hungry," only for the head of a top sect to order his disciples to seek out delicious food for him?
Have you ever heard the snores of a simple country farmer asleep, only to see countless assassins face them as if confronting a deadly enemy, panic, and flee in terror to the ends of the earth?
It is an old saying: wherever there are people, there is a world of martial arts.
But the world of martial arts in my eyes, the one in my memories, holds only
an ancestral Tang sword, a gaunt man,
a lonely silhouette, and countless remarkable tales…
