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.
But events have a way of exceeding one's expectations. As this thundering offensive began, a fair and gentle hand emerged from the underbrush!
Like a beautiful young girl catching a firefly, the index finger and thumb were together, with the poison needle that Fan Xian had launched held between them.
Then the figure flew from the underbrush. Seemingly somewhat afraid of Fan Xian, it pressed on, nimbly moving backward but easily rotating, avoiding the black dagger that tore through the air like a gust of wind.
The seven swordsmen's blades whirled like snow in the wind, leaving no place uncovered. The figure flew upward, dancing lightly between the seven blades like snowflakes. Finally, the figure's foot touched on the blade with the greatest momentum, and it suddenly swiftly withdrew 15 meters away, standing calmly on the grass.