Li Xian shook off his pursuers, hearing cries of anguish echoing behind him across the field, he mused somberly, "After this incident, I suppose my hands are stained with blood. So be it... whether it is a sin or a crime, let them judge. Why should I care, why should I think too much of it."
He extricated himself and fled far away. In one breath, he covered several dozen shuili, encountering a dense water forest. He quickly steered his boat in and, shielded by the leaves, traveled another ten li or so. Confident it would be hard for them to pursue further.
Li Xian gazed into the distance towards the sky, tonight the moon was round as a plate, bright and pure, truly beautiful. He pondered, "After this calamity, they should not chase again. Firstly... the casualties must be severe. The injured need to be treated quickly. Secondly, the ship wrecked and people scattered, making further pursuit a considerable undertaking."
