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.
Outside Shangjing, to the north of Xi Mountain, brought one amidst that quiet and serene mountain. The mountain appeared to be normal, but it was unusual in the hearts of the people because this was where Tianyi Dao's sect was. Master Ku He's disciples and grand-disciples cultivated and studied there. After they left, their swords pointed at the world as they helped those less fortunate.
Currently, Qing Mountain was filled with bleakness and sorrow. All of the disciples of Tianyi Dao wore an uneasy expression as they looked at the black structure on the mountaintop. Clenching their fists tightly and pressing their lips together, their eyes were filled with fear. They didn't speak. Periodically, a person would pass through the stone path going toward the mountaintop. Their faces were always heavy. They never glanced at the disciples of Tianyi Dao.