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 Northern Qi Emperor was participating in Sigu Jian's opening ceremony of the Sword Hut.
Although this was certainly Sigu Jian's last appearance in the world, the Great Grandmaster had a highly venerated status. This ceremony would determine the future affiliation of Dongyi. For Northern Qi, it was very important. For the Northern Qi Emperor to come as a ruler, it was still an astonishing matter. Except, Fan Xian had guessed it long ago.
Behind the screen, he narrowed his eyes. Through the layers of silk, he looked at the young but shrewd Northern Qi Emperor. He knew Northern Qi attached great importance to Sigu Jian's death, particularly since the Qing Kingdom was very powerful. If the Northern Qi people wanted to change the world, they had to make a forceful response.