In a world of chaos and cold human emotions, even those in the martial arts world yearn for a life akin to that of immortals. This desire is unrivaled by any. The promises made under the snow of the Sacred Mountain during our youth have frozen like the snow itself, as these vows now linger in the air like icy breaths. We wait for an unknown year, for someone to resolve these grievances. We continue to wait for a time when someone will forget me. Youth, who is more infatuated than you? Desire, who among them burns with a fervor as wild as mine?