Two hundred years ago, after the Great War of Demons, the descendants left behind by Grandmaster Beichen gradually formed the six most powerful sects in the Wulin. Cai Zhao was lucky in her birth, born into one of them, Falling Blossoms Valley. The year she became a disciple at fifteen, she discovered the story had only just begun.

In her aunt's descriptions, the Jianghu was a sunny, vibrant paradise, but all Cai Zhao saw was jealousy, betrayal, bloodshed, and endless conflict. Peeling back the layers of fog, she finally uncovered the secrets hidden beneath the legends and tales.

The Jianghu night rain, cold and pattering, yet generation after generation of passionate youths always embark on the path of choice. Some of them become the inscriptions on the front of monuments, while others become the helpless footnotes on the back.