Book of Chaotic Times

Wielding a sword, roaming the jianghu with wine in tow, with a waist as slender as a willow branch held in the hand. A young man carrying a long saber on his shoulder, a gourd of wine at his waist, strides forward with purpose, yet the jianghu in his heart remains elusive. Flipping a page of the Book of Chaotic Times, the night rain of the jianghu has passed for several decades. Looking back, he has already shattered the mortal world.