HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

He exhorted over and over to make sure Feng Xin would stay behind to guard the king and the queen while he himself exited the small, dilapidated cottage. As he walked, he kept looking back, his heart racing fast. After walking a long way, he finally relaxed when he was certain Feng Xin didn't follow.

Steadying himself, having walked and stopped for over ten miles, Xie Lian finally found a place he felt was the ideal location – a fairly deserted, secluded mountain road.

Xie Lian scanned his surroundings and there was no one around, then he covered his face with the white silk band, wrapping it tightly and securely around his face before he leapt onto a tree to hide himself. He then held his breath and focused. The next step would to be wait for travelers to pass by.

That's right. His 'way' was the so-called "steal from the rich and give to the poor".

In the past, Xie Lian had only heard of this kind of worldly vigilantes who'd steal from the rich to give to the poor from books and plays; he'd never done it himself, and he never thought to do it, since, his original belief was this: no matter how it was prettied up, no matter how just the reason, robbery was robbery, stealing was stealing. Otherwise, by Xie Lian's physical prowess, nevermind flying across the rooftops to pilfer small things, murdering guards and cleaning out an entire treasury wouldn't be anything difficult.

But now that he'd reached this point, there really was no other way. If he must say so, "to rob" was a teeny bit better than "to steal", probably because the former was still considerably "out in the open". After much internal dilemma, Xie Lian still slapped the face of his former self, and planned to steal others' wealth in order to give to his own poverty.

This was the fastest way!

Xie Lian perched on the tree, the moon hiding the wind bellowing, and it was deserted all around, empty of the living, yet his heart was thumping wildly.

Even when facing the most violent of beasts Xie Lian had never been this nervous. When he dug out a cold and hard bun, he hand was slightly trembling.

If you could still be picky when it came to food, it could only mean you weren't genuinely hungry. When Xie Lian understood this, suddenly he became used to the taste of steamed buns.

Winter was fast approaching and the nights were extremely cold. Xie Lian munched at the cold bun and puffed out mouthfuls of white breaths. Since he didn't want to be seen, Xie Lian never considered a place where there'd be more people, and specifically picked a desolate area. He waited a full four hours before a traveler came strolling slowly from the ends of the mountain road.