With sword unstrapped, one steps out into the world of Jianghu. After countless journeys, one returns still a youth. ...In a time of chaos, war engulfs the land, life is cheap, and people are like weeds. At the age of twenty, he wanders the world, upholding justice, his long sword cleaving a path of clarity. Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool one's blood. He cuts through thorns and brambles, hoping to bring peace to the world.