Once I savored the warm spring wine of the Great Sui, then made my name as a young man in the imperial examination. With a sword spanning the autumn sky, I traveled thousands of miles. I befriended many unusual heroes; a clasp of the arm made us friends for life.
Do not say the westward journey was fated by Heaven. When we meet, do not ask whether we are immortal or mortal. Alone and undaunted, I cross one perilous pass after another. I rekindle the fire atop the kindling, then restore the azure skies over the Nine Provinces.
Pei Chang'an of the Great Sui steps into the game called “Journey to the West” thirty years ahead of time.
