Wuxia, oh Wuxia, recalling it now, there was a time when I too was a normal high school boy with dreams of martial arts.
In elementary school, I admired Yang Guo because he was so good at fighting.
In middle school, I still admired Yang Guo because he was so tragic, yet he still remained a formidable fighter.
In high school, I continued to admire Yang Guo because after his wife disappeared, his left hand became invincible.
A virile man who, instead of finding a new lover after the loss of his beloved, developed an unparalleled left hand—it made me, as a fellow man, respect him greatly... Here, I must thank my classmate Er Pang, who thoroughly corrupted the once pure young boy that I was; without him, I wouldn't have come up with so many thoughts.
