Boats traveled the Cang River, sorrowful winds wheeled for a thousand zhang, and a single immortal warrior swept across the Fallen Immortal Platform; last night, I recalled parting from you, my whole life like azure clouds, and from that moment you never returned, leaving me to climb the mountain and lament the autumn hues; what made a hero of Heaven? For a thousand years, his trail shone bright, and amid vast mountains and seas, the rippling waves glimmered warm. We entrusted ourselves to drunkenness in the immortal pot, and all that mattered was that our Dao hearts had grown familiar.
The long song was all about reminiscing over his good friend. It sang of how that man sailed a boat along the great river, came and went amid the winds, and with a single weapon and a single man strode across the world. A life like that alone was enough to resemble a beautiful sky of clouds. Yet after that parting, he could never see him again, and his mood was as bleak as climbing to the summit and mourning the autumn hues. And what was a hero of Heaven? It was someone whose brilliance could shine across a thousand years, whose lofty spirit could warm the rippling light amid mountains and seas. Even if they merely entrusted themselves to drunkenness in a pot of wine, their answering Dao hearts would already be familiar enough.
When a friend like that had been killed, how could he not seek revenge? It was certainly a blood feud!
Bang, bang! Our two swords crashed against each other. We both retreated several zhang. We had already exchanged blows countless times, and our magic power was rapidly draining. Yet the battle intent on both sides was so fierce that it stirred the bloodlust in us