A few miles from the Imperial Capital lay a dense forest. Qin Li dragged the black-clothed old man from the carriage and tossed him aside. After glancing at the sun, already sinking in the west, he sent the terrified coachman away. Qin Li then hauled the old man into the woods, saying as he went, "Old man, it's not dark yet. Once night falls, I'm going to hang you from the flagpole on the Imperial Capital's gatehouse! Ha! That's the highest point in the whole capital, right? I bet you've never been up there! Hmm… This time, I'll grant your wish. What do you think?"
"Animal! You're an animal!" the black-clothed old man spat, practically gritting his teeth. "Qin Li, you will come to a miserable end!"
"Sigh. Old man, you've said that already. Even if you're not tired of saying it, I'm sick of hearing it. Please, come up with something new. For example, how about I die of exhaustion after being swarmed by beautiful women? Hahaha!"
