Atop the high mountains, beside the great river,
a man in green robes with white hair sat cross-legged, a sword lying across his lap, his right hand ceaselessly pouring liquor from a white jade gourd into his mouth.
After an indeterminate amount of time, having drunk an unknowable quantity of liquor, the white-haired youth suddenly rose with his sword, stumbled, and began to swing the Immortal Sword in his hand. His face was flushed with drunkenness as he muttered to himself.
"The road ahead is long, its goal far away; I shall search high and low."
"One slash to break through calamitous ordeals, to sweep away the world's injustices."
"Riding the wind with my sword, I vanquish demons from between heaven and earth. With liquor, I enjoy carefree delight; without, still I reel in ecstasy."
"......"
