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In this Jianghu, there once stood a tower. A man lived in this tower. This man's name was not originally Li Lianhua; he was called Li Xiangyi—the Sect Leader of the Sigu Sect, the world's number one martial artist at fifteen, creator of the supreme orthodox alliance at seventeen, and crowned the Martial Arts Alliance Leader at twenty. Back then, the Jianghu only knew of Li Xiangyi, and had never heard of Li Lianhua. Later, Li Xiangyi died. He died from a conspiracy, a cup of poisoned wine, and a grand battle on the East Sea on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. Thus, the Jianghu gained a wandering physician, driving a dilapidated carriage called the Lotus Tower, charging five taels of silver for a consultation, keeping a dog named Hulijing, and growing a few patches of simple vegetables. Later, two more people joined this tower. One was a young lad, born into wealth but insisting on wandering the martial world. He laughed lightheartedly, but when he got serious, his hot-blooded passion could pierce a hole in the heavens. His name was Fang Duobing, and he was the recipient of a promise Li Xiangyi had owed for ten years, making him wait for a decade. The other was a cold and ruthless martial fanatic, who had once clashed palm-to-palm with Li Xiangyi above the East Sea, causing both to fall together. He was Di Feisheng, the Alliance Leader of the Jinyuan Alliance. He came out of seclusion only to search for one person—and though he found him, they could never fight again. One wished to heal and save people, one wished to practice chivalry and justice, and one wished to become the number one in the world. The Lotus Tower squeaked and rumbled along the official roads, traveling from midsummer to late autumn, from Lingshan Mountain to the Tower of Elysium. Its wheel ruts wound for thousands of miles, consuming one bizarre case after another, and spitting out legends of the Jianghu. Yet, there would come a day when this tower would finally stop. For the seeds sown ten years ago must be reaped ten years later. Some people are destined to meet, some things are destined to repeat, and some farewells—are destined to find their true completion only upon the East Sea on another twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. The carriage is still moving, and the story is still being written. Ten years of night rains by the lamp in the Jianghu, three companions journey together in the Lotus Tower. It is indeed— A chest of evening light, half a tower of waning moon; the Jianghu never grows old, and the youth shall never end. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>