Shushan, Heaven-Reaching Peak.
Dressed in Daoist robes, Run Tu was gnawing on a bright red apple.
He ate as he walked along a path through the Spirit Field.
It was the second month, when grass grew and orioles flew, and willows brushing the embankments grew drunk on spring mist.
It was a lovely season in the mortal world.
"Senior Brother Run Tu! Senior Brother Run Tu!"
A disciple hurried over on a streak of rosy light.
"What is it? What kind of behavior is this, rushing around in a panic?"
"Our... our goods were robbed by those bastards from the Tianshui Gang again!"
Run Tu swept his sleeve and snorted coldly.
"A little horse piss to drink, and they think they're above everyone!
Dare steal my goods, and whether they live or die is anyone's guess."
The disciple nodded. "They're too arrogant! In all these years, no one has dared rob our Heaven-Reaching Peak's goods!"
"Gather the disciples. We're going to settle the score."
"Yes!"
Run Tu turned and left the Spirit Field.
Before long, more than ten disciples had assembled outside Heaven-Reaching Peak's main hall.
Run Tu strode over and swept his gaze across them.
"This time, we have to hit the Tianshui Gang where it hurts, teach them a lesson they won't forget. How dare they rob our Heaven-Reaching Peak's goods!"
"Understood!"
"Senior Brother Run Tu, the Discipline Elder is here!"
"Hm? What's he here for now? Didn't he just inspect us a little while ago?"
Run Tu waved a hand, signaling for the disciples to disperse.
He went to welcome the Discipline Elder himself.
As the saying went, the waves behind drove on the waves ahead along the Yangtze, and new faces in the world overtook the old.
The discipline elders had long since been replaced by