You and your brother were very different. While he always talked about helping others and gaining power to do more good deeds, you preferred to learn how to read, write, paint, play music and so on. Shangyuan Festival happened to be only in a few days and you as usual were curled up next to a tree immersed in a book about fighting when a tap on your shoulder was felt. Next to you stood your older brother, Xie Lian, smiling down at you.

"Good morning. What might you be reading?" He inquired taking a seat next to you.