In the sky above, within the clouds, a white clothed old man was sitting cross-legged on a flying dish and holding a horsetail whisk in his hand. His eyes were closed as he flew, as if he was meditating and resting at the same time.
However, the exuded divine spirit intent could hear the voices below in his ears, through the chaotic voices, he faintly heard children's cry for help and a tiger's roar.
Upon hearing these sounds, his eyes opened, after he pinched his finger to calculate, he looked down.
Through the clouds, he saw a small forest below, a three years old or so young child was hugging the branch of a large tree and crying for help while a seven or eight year old boy who was dripping with blood held a dagger as he tried to stab the tiger.
