Bai Yuheng arrived in Kuyu, a wondrous world that is written as wuxia but read as fantasy.
Here, the sun and moon's most brilliant talents each command half the world of letters and arms...
Here, a sage has laughed at every hero under heaven...
Here, the three sects' foremost figures weather storms together, advancing and retreating as one...
And here are countless ambitious heroes, wise strategists, and talented men and women...
So, before the Public Pavilion, there appeared a Peaceful Inn that kept clear of the martial world, along with an “ordinary” storyteller who only wanted to earn martial-world points.
The endless grudges and feuds of the martial world, inked into a page of a scholar's absurd tales.
A thousand years of conquest flow east, while I roam free, coveting neither power nor immortality.
In my dreams, I know nothing of the river's bitter waters. Tonight, I wake shivering in the cold before dawn.
A fool with a foolish heart, yet no knack for the craft. Storytelling, singing, and my poetry are all well enough, as is my wine~all well enough!
