"Don't be hardheaded, just lay low," Han Li muttered to himself. "Life gives you plenty of time to find a hole and burrow into."
"If you don't want to cause trouble, just stay at home," he said. "As long as you don't go out, you're the perfect, unbeatable god of war."
"What's the point of killing? They'll still come to your door," he scoffed. "Kill the young ones, the old ones come; kill the old ones, even older ones show up; and even if you kill them all, you still have to deal with the equivalent of uncles, aunts, direct and distant family; annihilate a whole clan, and there will still be mentors, senior brothers, benefactors, disciples, and even righteous partners..."
"What's the use of hacking people to pieces," he grumbled. "It's better to stay in and lay low, especially when you're not even in the True Martial Realm; how dare you go out and act recklessly?"
