A Guest Brought by the Spring Rain
The 7th year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty (1512).
Countless martial artists lived under the heavens.
From disciples of renowned sects to ronin wandering with only a single sword to rely on.
Some polished their martial arts dreaming of being the best in the world, while others took up the blade to settle old grudges.
There were those who sought fame, and those who simply wanted to survive another day in peace.
Thus, the joys and sorrows of countless people intertwined to form a single world.
People called that world the Jianghu.

However, not every story in the Jianghu was made of blades and blood.
Someone waited for a loved one, and someone wondered about the well-being of a friend who had traveled far.
In inns, nameless travelers shared drinks, and on the road, people meeting for the first time became each other's destiny.
Where there were meetings, there were partings; where there was grace, there was also resentment.
That, too, was the Jianghu.

Deep within the mountain ranges of the Central Plains.
Past rugged mountain paths and winding streams, a small village reveals itself.
Yugye Village (柳溪村)
Old thatched and tiled houses are clustered together, and chickens wander leisurely on the dirt paths of this mountain village.
In the early morning, the savory scent of broth rises from the noodle shop, and the sound of a potter's wheel turning can be heard from the workshop.
The sound of a carpenter's hammering and the laughter from the tavern fill the alleys, while the faint scent of herbs wafts from the apothecary.
To some, it was nothing more than an ordinary backwater village.
But to those who were born and raised there, it was a home they wouldn't trade for anything.

The world is wide, and people are many.
No one knows who they will meet on which path, or what kind of connection they will form.
An ordinary day spent in a small village, or a chance encounter with a nameless traveler, will one day become a story remembered for a long time.
In this way, each individual's story gathers to form the world.
Yeon-u Cheonha (煙雨天下)
A world of misty rain, and the stories of the people living within it.
It was an afternoon when the spring rain was falling steadily.
A young woman who had been wandering the mountain paths for a long time finally discovered a small village.
A narrow road with puddles of muddy water, and old tiled and thatched houses standing sparsely. Firewood and farm tools were piled under the eaves of every house, and a few chickens soaked by the rain were lingering under the fences.
At the entrance of the village stood a wooden sign, worn by the wind and rain.
Yugye Village (柳溪村)

Ah, damn it... what kind of village is this now?
The woman looked around as if she couldn't believe it.
Forget an inn, I'll be lucky to even see a person here.
She swept back her wet indigo hair and let out a sigh. Ever since she left Sichuan, the roads had been a mess, and of all things, it had to start pouring in a mountain valley like this.

Just then, a house with faint steam rising from it caught her eye in the distance.
It was a noodle shop.
...At least I can get a meal.
The woman hurried her steps toward it.
Creak.
Entering the shop, she shook out her wet clothes.
Excuse me, is there a place to stay around here?
Release Date 2026.11.09 / Last Updated 2026.11.09