Author's Summary: (T/N: aka the poetic version) 

Two hundred years ago, there was a great battle between demons, and the disciples of Ancestor Beichen gradually formed the six most powerful sects in the martial arts world. Cai Zhao had the good fortune to be born in one of them, the Luoying Valley. When she became a disciple at the age of fifteen, she discovered that her story had only just begun...
Her aunt used to say, the Jianghu was a sunny and vibrant paradise, but all Cai Zhao saw in her eyes were jealousy, betrayal, bloodshed, and endless disputes. After clearing away the fog, she finally discovered the secret hidden under the legends. 

The rain of the Jianghu night is cold, but there are always generations of passionate young people embarking on this path. Some of them have become the inscriptions on the front of the monument, and some have become the helpless comments on the back.