Wu Ji ran to the stream and saw Jiang-Zi-Ya sitting alone under the willow trees, fishing rod in hand, lines drifting in the green water, his lips murmuring poems.

Wu Ji rushed up, calling out: “Master Jiang! Master Jiang!”

Jiang-Zi-Ya looked back: “Ah, the woodcutter from the other day. So—you’ve killed a man, haven’t you?”

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