Some Stories Are Not Meant To Be Told

"Have you heard of the story of the moon rabbit?"

Two foes met one another in an abandoned street.

"There were four good friends."

A saber clashed with a fox's claws.

"The rabbit, fox, otter and the monkey."

It was an uneven fight.

"They met three old men in their forest."

One would soon overpower the other.

"They were asked for food."

And yet the other managed to slip away.

"And the rabbit gave up themselves."

. . .

"This is really delicious." Xue remarked happily, munching on his meal as he sat down by the dinner table. He was currently being served by one of the attendants, or what he assumed to be one out of the many attendants of Shen Jie Li. She was the sister of the intimidating cultivator, Chen Ming Jun.

Chen Jinghua.