Someone had to die today.

Chen Han trudged along the road, pulling an oversized wheelbarrow behind him with one hand, a large urn filled with hard liquor in another. On the wheelbarrow was a long, wooden coffin with none of the handles or embellishments normally used to honor the dead. It was a coffin made for the common man. A coffin he purchased for himself.

Mu Feng woke to the call of a rooster, unsure where he was. He was staring into an empty flask flipped over and wedged against a stack of plates.

Many years ago, I encountered a meal that left me completely dumbfounded by its intricacy and complexity.

The Martial Arts epic genre, known as wuxia, has been around for hundreds of years, yet, despite the success of films like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon or Hero, the western audience has been reluctant to accept this genre.