Summary
The young men of the Miao Territory are adept in gu arts. My senior brother repeatedly warned me to remember one thing above all else: never provoke them. But in my very first year down the mountain, I blew up Cang Guan’s bugs and ate them as a drinking snack. I was eating with great gusto when I looked up and saw a young man staring fixedly at me, his expression dark as iron. The wine went to my head, and I lifted my cup in a distant toast. “Hey, little brother. Why not come sit and eat with me?” And then I got chased for a hundred and eight thousand li.