The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
It was also raining in the capital of Qi Kingdom.
The chilly rain dampened the ginkgo trees that lined the street and the clothes of the pedestrians. There were a few tourists in the city, for it was not yet the best time to view and admire the ginkgo trees. The street was quite empty, except for the coolies who were passing by occasionally with their carts. With wrinkles on their faces, they seemed numb and resigned, showing no signs of positive spirits which could be seen from the Tang people.
The Dragon and Tiger Mountain was empty after the murder case several years ago. The investigation was terminated with Prince Long Qing's return to Taoism. The status of the Divine Hall of West Hill in the Qi Kingdom became more and more esteemed, and the Taoist temples were worshipped everywhere. People's faith in Haotian was more and more devout, but life was clearly becoming increasingly difficult for them.