In those days, five friends who shared life and death together, everyone raised their cups under the moonlight and drank heartily, young then, with the gentle wind, after killing a city's great thief, the city's people held a lantern festival, and lotus lanterns swayed in the flowing water, seeming even brighter than the stars above.
They sat by the riverbank, listening to the laughter of the people as they drank.
The spirit of youth, the gratification of a knight in the Martial World, second to none.
But later, later...
One of them had to return to the Imperial Palace, a marquis with unparalleled martial arts, which made the Emperor uneasy about his throne; the eldest brother had to return to the battlefield, wielding the long spear of Martial World delight in combat.
His cultivation, much damaged, highly skilled yet the first to die.
