Deep into the night, people in Ye Capital remained restless. Lights flickered here and there, as if a river of stars flowed across the earth, surging with brilliance and roaring with fervor.
A man wearing a bamboo hat and dressed in black martial attire, a long saber hanging at his waist, walked slowly against the tide of people in the streets, parting the waves as he went.
Suddenly, a drunk stumbled over and nearly collided with him, but an air current surged like a sea tide and forcibly swept the drunk aside.
"Qin Kuan? How did you become so dispirited?" The bamboo-hatted man stopped and looked at the drunk, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
The drunk stared at him in confusion. "Y-you know me?"
"A lone boat, a dangling fishing rod, and a Swordsman who alone savors the desolation of river and snow—how many people in the martial world don't know Qin Kuan? Heh, before the Myriad Realms Universal World existed, perhaps there were some. But now, your defeat beneath White Robed Marquis's sword has remained a hot topic for a long time. Could it be that this failure has broken your spirit, driving you to drown your sorrows in wine?" The bamboo-hatted man's tone carried a hint of mockery.
The Lonely Swordsman and White Robed Marquis were both outstanding members of the latest generation of the Human Ranking. Compared to the inhuman figures of the Earth Ranking and the gods and Buddhas filling the Heaven Ranking, they were truly down-to-earth, each boasting no small number of admirers and imitators within the Myriad Realms Universal World.
Qin Kuan belched and said:
"Who are you? Does my drinking bother you?"
Then he threw his head back and laughed. "The world laughs at me for being mad, and I laugh at