Six Gates: Sword Pointed at the Martial World

Across the rivers and lakes, I ride the waves, rise with the wind, and roam free!

Sword in hand, I strike without hesitation. Life is short, so who can tell right from wrong beneath heaven?

The Valley of the Villains, rotten bones, evil fiends that have not decayed in a thousand years: how can they be allowed to rule?

The Six Fan Gate, King Qingyang. Give me three years, and I will tread the stars and chase the moon!...