The Drunken Immortal Month is always bustling with life. The waiter pours Parting Tears for wanderers from all…
The Drunken Immortal Month is always bustling with life. The waiter pours Parting Tears for wanderers from all corners of the world, who are trading stories of their travels in varying accents. When they drain their cups, all words soften into contented sighs. You think of Blade's last visit and the cup you never poured for him.
A man with such a fine blade deserves only the finest wine in the world. If you are going to see Blade, you must prepare a pot of...
Parting Tears. Wanderers say Parting Tears has become a rare vintage. But the guest is Blade, who deserves the very last of the Parting Tears. Yet such a vintage will reappear one day; Blade only lives in your dreams.
You bring a wine pot to Blade's grave and brush the fallen leaves from his tombstone. You remember his sneer when you first met at the porcelain kiln, and his blunt honesty in the ruined temple. You had agreed to venture into the jianghu together, to see the world outside. Yet he burst into your life like a fierce storm, dramatically tearing back a corner of the jianghu for you, only to vanish from this earth. Yes, he vanished, like snow under sunlight or salt in flowing water, nowhere to be found, leaving you with nothing but a deep sorrow, all poured into the wine in your pot.