Lan Shouchi assumed his daughter had been away from home too long and forgotten his shoe size. Overjoyed, he h…
Lan Shouchi assumed his daughter had been away from home too long and forgotten his shoe size.
Overjoyed, he had no time to find insoles. He wore the loose shoes and rushed to meet his daughter with a spring in his step.
Only at the very end did he realize the shoes were precisely his former size.
But he had grown old.
With age, lofty ambitions shrank. His tall stature had withered and diminished through daily bowing and scraping.
Yet his daughter still remembered him with large feet.
He carried his young daughter to seek a doctor, but the famous martial artist's gates were tightly shut. He waited a long time. For a moment, his knees nearly hit the ground. Did he kneel? What made him hesitate? His knees hurt. Was Jiaojiao calling him? What did Jiaojiao say back then?
As Lan Shouchi pondered, he struck the massive boulder. He remembered. Jiaojiao said—
"My father is the Palm Strike Master, a paramount hero of this world."
Jiaojiao said I am a great hero.
Lan Shouchi struck with his palm.
The massive boulder cracked.
Half‑Palm Against the Tide re-emerged in the Jianghu.
Here, in a pile of corpses nobody cared about.