The beauty of a woman, delicate as flowers and jade, cannot hold on to youth, and even spirited young men will age through their journeys in the pugilist world.
How fleeting youth is in this world, soon turning vigorous men into decrepit elders.
Inside the house, the fresh green leaves of vegetables radiated the vibrancy of life. Outside, in the broken courtyard, the young man and the old man had already shared three cups of drink.
To Zhao Rong's surprise,
the drink was the osmanthus wine he had given the old man last year.
The sculptor said,
"After a year, this sword possesses a deeper depth than the one I wielded originally."
Holding a wine cup the size of an egg, Zhao Rong also smiled and said,
"After a year, this wine tastes richer than when I first sent it."
Mister Gu chuckled, unable to contain himself and asked, "Could you tell me about your duel with the man from Jiangnan?"
"Sure, but I promised that elder I wouldn't reveal his identity."
