"Think of me, Li Liuxin, as valiant and righteous. Back in those days, I, along with dozens of my brothers, fought life and death battles. Surrounded by strong enemies on all sides, but I, undisturbed, with a single sword, fought my way out of the encirclement to carve a bloody path for my brothers. In that battle, I, Li Liuxin, was covered in sword wounds, a total of three hundred and eighty, but I ensured the safety of my dozens of brothers without a single one of them sustaining a cut or a stab." All along the way, Li Liuxin followed, chattering non-stop, speaking with expressions so vivid it seemed as if those heart-stirring, gut-wrenching events had truly happened.
"But how come none of those wounds can be seen? Logically, with so many cuts, there should be a few on your face or hands at least!" Along the way, only Long Meng, the little girl, paid him any heed.
