God Of Fighting

The exquisite window of the talented person, with traces of blue ink on rice paper.

Hidden Dragon, Azure Unicorn, treading upon the divine and demonic magic array

Listening to the sacred sounds of the ancient temple, transforming into the blue stone that guards the spirit

The spirits of the malevolent and the supernatural lament a wisp of pure soul

Laugh at my youthful recklessness for a lifetime, yet I rely solely on a three-foot blade

A millennium of companionship witnesses the autumn rain falling in abundance