The Silent Assassin

Someone asked me, what is the Martial World? I thought for a moment, and what came to mind was a pot of rough wine on the table, a figure receding into the sunset, a grave under the moonlight, and the cigarette burning out in my hand at this very moment. That person asked again, where is the Martial World? I smiled, looked out the window, and saw countless Martial Worlds. One person is a story, and two people make a Martial World.