Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
The Return Road Is Bloody
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After Thirteenth Wang heard these words, he sank into thought for a moment and did not reply. He then stood up in front of Fan Xian. Slowly, he drew out the sword at his side. The current Thirteenth Wang was not the green banner carrying fortune-teller that had walked the earth to experience people's intentions. He was a swordsman who followed by Fan Xian's side and did not wish to live an independent life.
Fan Xian's expression became stern. His right hand reached behind him and pulled out the Wei Emperor's sword. The sword rippled with an autumn light as it reflected the sea close by.
Without any foreshadowing, the sword silently moved to within an arm's length of Fan Xian's body.