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.
In the autumn of the 12th year of the Qing calendar, the leaves on either side of the road heading south gradually became broad and round but also began to wither. The scenery along the way changed with climate and clearly sketched out the landform of this world.
A carriage moved steadily on the road. Fan Xian, who had disappeared from this world for more than half a year, had finally returned to this world. Neither those who fervently hoped for his death nor those who hoped for his survival knew that he was already back.