Li Fan still remembered his first time drinking Leishang, not knowing how many had died then. Unexpectedly, upon encountering Leishang again, it had been stained with blood once more. Truly, this liquor brought no good fortune.
Perhaps being in this mortal world one was certain to be swept up by the torrent of red dust, dragged into irrelevant whirlpools.
Sometimes, you think you've done everything right, spoken all the kind words, performed all the good deeds, and you've tried to stay out of trouble as much as possible, determined not to stick your neck out, but it still doesn't do a damn bit of good.
Some people just have to create trouble out of nothing, despite being advised kindly. They insist on starting a fight, leaving no other option but to kill them. It makes one sound like a scoundrel who wantonly slays his peers.
Alas, such is life in Jianghu, where one cannot control his own fate...
