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.
Hearing these words said in Thirteenth Wang's trembling voice, Fan Xian couldn't help shiver on Wu Zhu's back. He looked at his two friends not far away and could not say anything.
He knew that Thirteenth Wang was speaking truthfully because Haitang and his pale face and unusually complicate gaze revealed everything. There were truly very few things in the world that could make those two quail in such fear.
Fan Xian coughed violently but still could not make a sound. He felt his scalp become numb as each strand of hair felt like needles sticking into his head. A wave of unstoppable pain and fear washed over him.