Zhuo Zhi had wandered the mortal realm for years, appearing like the wind and vanishing like a shadow.
One day, she arrived in a small village and found that little girl.
The child was thin, scrawny, and filthy, pitifully trampled into the mud.
With a sweep of her sleeve, Zhuo Zhi drove off the thugs tormenting the child. Then she turned and met a pair of bright, burning eyes.
Looking up at the woman who had fallen from the sky, the child softly asked, "Are you a goddess?"
Zhuo Zhi smiled faintly and stroked the child's head without answering.
No. She was an evil god with greedy desires.
When Jian Weishuang was five, the woman who often appeared in her dreams fell from the sky before her.
Not only did she drive away the thugs bullying her, she gently stroked her head and asked if she wanted to go with her.
Jian Weishuang was born bearing the injustice of hell, until one day an evil god crossed mountains and rivers to come for her.
Theme: If people do not let down the green mountains, the green mountains will never let them down.
