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 two parties were separated by a great distance, but they could see each other's expression clearly. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and confirmed that the Hu were leaving. He couldn't help but shake his head. A wave of exhaustion surged through his heart. Having been chased by the pack of Western Hu wolves for three days, both sides were burned out. Since the Hu had given up, he didn't feel any disappointment, only release.
The three days of waiting and three days of pursuit looked like children playing house. It did not seem particularly dangerous. Neither side had pulled out a knife, nor had arrows been fired. They both knew what this pursuit represented and what kind of dangers it hid.