Things went wrong from the start.
I had just climbed onto a ladder that reached into the sky when the steps disappeared. Luckily, I survived. Then I performed a tale of a prince seeking revenge on the mountain pass, only to be found out. Luckily, I was still alive...
After much thought, I decided life couldn't go on like this and humbly sought advice from a storyteller.
The gentleman replied with perfect manners, "Read more of the Analects. That's the only way to learn how to deal with people."
As I pondered this, I saw him flex his muscles until his clothes burst apart.
Then he took out a book and swung it around with all his might, muttering to himself.
"This is the 'Lunyu.' Its brick-thick pages teach you that if you run with the rough crowd, sooner or later you'll pay for it!"
So I stubbornly carried on living. Gradually, I learned many lessons: brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes.
Wait, that doesn't make sense. Even people with missing limbs can fend for themselves. Why can't I?
My resolve is firm. I won't give in, even if my body is incomplete. But I can't let myself freeze to death...
In this world, people adore fine clothes. Rituals and music have fallen into disarray, and people yearn for the once-great unification. Supreme power intoxicates them.
Dynasties rise and fall, nations descend into war, peoples struggle to survive, sects stand everywhere, and clans scheme. In this world where chaos and order coexist, a young man puts on his clothes...
