After I made a few snarky comments about a work, the author dragged me into the book, where I became a scoundrel in the eyes of the Song people. Everyone wants me dead, my woman meets a tragic end, and my descendants become orphans, wandering everywhere. And what's the reason for all this? My fists aren't big or hard enough. If they were, who would dare run their mouth? One punch and they'd all fall in line.
It's written like a dream, very good