You Vixen, Let That Girl Go and Come at Me

One man carries a sword and a jug of wine; another cradles a zither and warms a cup of liquor.

They dance with their swords and sing freely, soaring a thousand miles through the clouds, taking revenge and settling scores to their hearts' content.

Later, a traveler on a leisurely stroll asked a young attendant, "Where is your master?" The attendant smiled and replied, "My master went to gather herbs a thousand years ago. He's somewhere among the white clouds."

He roams freely among the mountains and rivers, amused by worldly folk who don't know an immortal when they see one.

And so, a sword formation is set, and a beauty kneels before the sword.

"So you're a free spirit, are you?"

"So carefree and unrestrained, are you?"

"You've really passed through a whole garden of flowers, leaving every leaf stuck to you, haven't you~"

"Sob, sob, I'm sorry, Master was wrong. Just let me explain!"

The world falls into chaos, flames of war rise in every direction, and calamity springs from the demons.

When all roads seem lost, when the seas dry and the rocks crumble, the stars shift in their courses.

For years, the world has swayed through wind and rain.

Then, looking back, she finds she has already shattered the mortal world.