Everyone of our era knows that the great Jin Yong, Mr. Cha, wrote for us a vast and magnificent jianghu in his works: "Snowy peaks, linked heavens, shooting deer, laughing books, divine heroes, leaning on jade mandarin ducks." It was a wondrous, dreamlike world of glory, struggle, unexpected encounters, love, regret, jianghu grudges, and vengeance. This was a world of heroes, who wielded three feet of steel to fight for glory and laughed as they lay drunk, discussing the ever-changing tides of fortune. As someone born in the mid-to-late 1980s, now on the verge of middle age, I dedicate this book to the youth that has faded away and the dreamlike jianghu that is slowly receding into the distance…
