Jianghu is vast, and there is nowhere that is not a part of Jianghu.
Those who tread upon the paths of Jianghu and still have their heads securely on their shoulders for sure possess exceptional abilities. Either their martial skills are extraordinary, untroubled by any scheming trickery, muddy crises, with iron fists smashing through the walls obstructing their path, forcefully defeating all rivals in this world, or they must have bright eyes, standing firm upon the ground, discerning who can be provoked and who cannot.
Secondly, they must have the ability to keep their composure in turbulent situations and know when to back down.
The former will ensure one's safety, while the latter is sufficient to establish one's life's path.
The right hand holding the horsetail whisk of Master Xuanji quivered slightly as he silently recited the golden words passed down from his ancestors and surreptitiously swallowed his saliva.