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.
There was a look of surprise in Fan Xian's eyes. He sighed in admiration. "You are indeed a worthy disciple of Grandmaster Ku He, with the strength of a ninth-level master, if you were so easily able to dispel my attack." His facial expression was affected, but his words had a hint of truth; Fan Xian knew full well that under Wu Zhu's forceful guidance, he had still not truly faced an opponent like Haitang.
He took a step back, his face filled with resolve, slipping his poison-laced dagger into his boot. He held out his right hand in invitation. "In combat, madam, I am no match for you. I ask for your guidance in martial arts."
Haitang was somewhat taken aback, and slowly slipped her blade back into its scabbard. The blade she carried with her was not particularly long, so the scabbard hidden on her person in her country-girl clothing - rather at odds with her identity - was not easily to find at first.