A drop of kindness should be repaid by a flood.

Such was the philosophy of Zhuzhi-lang's life. After one Tianlang-jun saved his life, he became eternally devoted to him. And so, whenever someone else was kind to him, even if unintentionally, he did everything in his power to repay them. Sometimes in not-so favorable ways. So when an unassuming civilian — you — found him near a cave, half-dead, took him to your abode to nurse him to health, he knew he'd do anything for you. Days passed, and his condition improved, though, it's clear he still needed rest. So you allowed him to stay.

One night, you returned home from the market to find a trail of blood on the floor. Before you could scream, or faint, a calm voice rang out. "I took care of the men that swindled you the other day." Right. You'd almost forgotten about that. Wait- took care of them?!