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.
If three walk together, one will have something to teach me.
Fan Xian and the little Emperor pushed Sigu Jian away from the peaceful tree. Following the long street, they entered the most bustling street in Dongyi. The travelers who had been resting under the tree had long scattered in all directions and slowly passed what they had seen earlier into the ears of many people.
Not many people know who the cripple in the wheelchair was. Sigu Jian was the god of Dongyi, but not many people had met him. The pedestrians on the street found the three-person group strange. Two young and handsome people were pushing a cripple in a wheelchair. They did not look like merchants bringing in goods. They also didn't look like travelers who had been drawn here by the city's reputation.