Li Xian sighed softly. The grudges of Jianghu are indeed hard to discern right or wrong. He said, "Then I shall chase away your groom." Wen Caishang sneered, "If I were to find a groom, he would surely surpass you a thousandfold. How could you chase him away?"
Li Xian said, "If I cannot chase him away, then I will die under his sword." Wen Caishang's heart trembled. As their sword edges crossed, she realized that Li Xian's words were sincere and that he genuinely meant it. She stubbornly said, "Hmph, when you die under his sword, I won't bury you. I'll leave you for the wild dogs to gnaw on, unable to rest in peace after death."
Li Xian laughed, "What does it matter? If I'm already dead, what does it matter if my body is desecrated? As long as I live without regrets, that's enough." Wen Caishang was momentarily speechless, her beautiful eyes deep and lingering, as if sighing, as if cursing, "I hate your carefree attitude to death."
