The horse-faced man named Jiang Liu was originally a direct disciple at a martial arts hall in the Outer City. Unfortunately, his master had no outstanding skills and their signboard was smashed. To make a living, he went to fight in the ring and ended up dying on stage.
Jiang Liu's martial prowess was mediocre, barely grasping the level of Qi and blood, sufficient only to bully some undernourished farmers.
So, avenging his master was out of the question. Buying a cheap coffin to contain the body, preventing it from being thrown into a mass grave eaten by wild dogs, was considered repaying the favor of having been taught.
In the Outer City, there were seventeen or eighteen streets lined with martial arts halls just like his master's, which couldn't keep their doors open and were as numerous as cattle in the field.
