Poverty

Zhen Bei ran toward his home, his face deathly pale...

His vision blurred, his mind numb; he only knew to mechanically move his legs. Like a gust of wind, he sped through the traffic on the road, then left the highway and cut straight across mountains and rivers, but he was still too slow.

Just as grief and panic overwhelmed him, he suddenly caught a whiff of delicate fragrance. Two small hands seized his shoulders, and he rose into the air.

"I'll take you back."

Bai Yujun grabbed Zhen Bei and flew above the clouds. Her long draconic tail lashed behind her, accelerating as she broke the sound barrier in an instant!

Before dawn, many people in the mountains were jolted awake by the thunderous roar overhead, as though the air itself were being torn apart. A streak of light dragged a long trail across the Fish Belly White sky, flashing over the mountain ridges. As a friend, she could help where she could, but there was nothing else she could do. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were the most helpless and fairest things in the world.

Whether poor or wealthy, beautiful or ugly, in the end, none could escape death.

Every person had their fate, decreed by Heaven. Bai Yujun would not abuse her Dragon Clan Talent to alter a mortal's destiny without permission. Perhaps all she could do now was pray that the deceased would find happiness and health in the next life.

Chuanggou Village, his old home, was close at hand. Dragging a fiery tail, they passed through a gorge called Binggou Mountain, turned, descended, and flew low over the crops in the mountain basin.

Zhen Bei saw funeral streamers hanging before his house...

"Mom..."

The moment he landed, Zhen Bei scrambled and crawled into the courtyard.