All they need is someone who cares, Someone they can trust, Or grief will sweep them away like dust. "For you to cry inconsolably, you should ask us and we will tell you. You're ours no matter what. Do not listen to then. We are your parents. Blood or not, this Venerable one will always be." Yet, in his hands, a dead A-Ying rest. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to feel. His Hong'er disappeared without a trace. His Binghe was also taken for judgment. And now, his little child, condemned for using the crook path. His despairing wails turned silent. He is mad. Mad beyond relief! "How dare you scums lay a hand on this Venerable One's children?! The death you seek?! Death it is then!"