This was the beloved spear of Xiao Ping'an's father. He cherished it deeply, but the spear was plain, and so …
This was the beloved spear of Xiao Ping'an's father.
He cherished it deeply, but the spear was plain, and so was the man.
His name was Xie Yang. Not many knew his name. In a world full of heroes, who was he to matter?
The greatest hero fight for their country and their people. The lesser ones live and die nameless.
When his son was born, he carved the boy's name into the spear.
Everything he did in this life amounts to nothing great, except this spear and this child.
He told his child all his tales of the Jianghu just to see a smile on the sick boy's face.
But in the end, it was the Jianghu that took his life.
So be it. So be it. Let this spear remain, and with it, all he once was, held in the heart of the one he loved most.