Many people in this world had been wounded—wounds of the heart, wounds of love, wounds from swords, wounds from blades. Whether such injuries were grave or not depended on how one looked at them, but grave or otherwise, such people all shared one trait: they drank!
Liquor was an excellent thing by nature. The potent Burning Blade Liquor unique to the north could be used to treat wounds, while the Bamboo Leaf Green, Immortal Dew Nectar, and Green Gauze Spring unique to the south were indispensable fine wines at the banquets of elegant gentlemen. Yet more famous still was Du Kang! Du Kang was both the name of a wine and a person, for Du Kang wine had been invented and brewed by Du Kang himself. Its flavor lingered, winding around the tongue for three days without fading, while its rich fragrance seeped into the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Its strength surged from the depths of one's heart to the throat again and again, back and forth more than ten times. Such fine wine was naturally something money could not buy!
How could one dispel sorrow? Only Du Kang!
For that famous line to be passed down through the ages, Du Kang wine's elegant name must surely have spread far and wide!
Ye Jianli staggered through the forest. He did not know how many more people were coming to take his life. One or two posed no threat to him, of course, but after one or two attempts, there could be countless more. Even an iron man could not endure it.
His neat black hair was now a wild mess. The easy grace once between his brows had vanished, replaced by sharpness and ruthlessness. His white robes were no longer white, torn in many places and stained with