Qin Yi once believed that those who cultivate immortality must first be detached and serene, free from desires and temptations, and possess the patience to endure.
Yet, in the end, he discovered that the character for "immortal" (仙) begins with the radical for "person" (人).
The path to immortality is cold and bitter, but we can embrace each other for warmth.
With a sword in hand and wine in tow, I roam the rivers and lakes, the slender waist of Chu swaying lightly in my palm.
A young man shoulders a long blade, a jug of wine hanging at his waist, striding forward with purpose, yet the rivers and lakes in his heart remain elusive.
In the chaos of the world, I turn a page in the book, decades of night rain in the rivers and lakes passing by.
Suddenly, I look back, only to find that I have already shattered the mortal world.

