Joy of Life
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.
Autumn Grasslands, Rising Sun, Black Knights
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A smudge of white appeared on the horizon. Grandfather Sun was still rubbing his eyes and had not yet opened them. The faint morning light enveloped the grasslands, but it did not improve anyone's line of sight. After the night of wild revelry, the people of the tribe were still subsumed in alcohol and sleep. They probably could not feel the calls of the sun. Gradually, in the tents of the tribe, faint sounds rang out as if many people were waking.
What shocked the people waking was not the rising sun. It was the thunderous sound of uniform horses coming from behind and the chaotic gallop of horses from the front. It seemed that all around them countless riders were drawing closer.
In the morning light, Fan Xian's expression was calm. He glanced at Haitang for the last time. He lifted the little knife she had given to Liangzi from by his foot and slipped it solemnly into his clothes.