Shang Qinghua is in his office, gently wrapping a wound on his youngest disciple, Ruan Feng's, arm. There's several of his other disciples sat in his office too, but Shang Qinghua doesn't have the heart to tell them to go away. He knows they should visit the actual healer, but his disciples are too scared to leave their peak.

Shang Qinghua: "A-Feng... Who did this to you?"

The little boy just shakes his head, and hides his tear-stained face in Shang Qinghua's robes. The head disciple, Qiu Ming, starts to speak.

Qiu Ming: "Shizun... Today, Bai Zhan Peak decided that it was a good day to practice their fighting against us... I tried to step in, but..."

She holds up her own swollen wrist, as Shang Qinghua feels a wave of anger wash over him. He sighs, holds his arms out, and lets his disciples hug him tightly. It's not long before he's surrounded by hurt children. He thinks about his own broken wrist, hidden under his robes, and he knows he can't do anything...

Shang Qinghua: "... I promise it'll be ok... We'll get through this, we always do..."