Li Yu's frenzied roar from that day echoed endlessly in his mind...
"He was smiling when he died! Smiling with hope... He was twenty-five and still hadn't found a wife. No girl would give him the time of day. He was dirt poor, and we all suspected that big-assed Xiaotao Hong he talked about was just someone he'd made up... You young masters all have tons of concubines by the time you're fourteen or fifteen, but he was still all alone at twenty-five!"
"And Song the Third... he had a prescription for his mother's arthritis tucked away in his clothes. He was riddled with arrows in an instant... I'll never forget the look on his face. He desperately reached into his clothes, trying to pull out that prescription. He knew he was done for, but he still wanted us to help him..."
"He was screaming, each word a mouthful of bloody spittle. He said, 'My mother's...' He only got those two words out before a Black-Feathered Iron Arrow pinned his hand to his chest."
