In the shadows of ancient China, A tale of darkness weaves its way, Whispers of an evil quest Haunting the people of olden days. Menacing figures clad in black, Silent footsteps in the night, Searching for power, seeking control, Their greed a blight on the land's light. Through misty mountains and bamboo groves, They move with stealth and cunning grace, Their hearts consumed by a lust for gold, Their souls aching in empty space. The villagers tremble in fear, Their spirits weighed down by despair, As the evill quest creeps closer still, Leaving a trail of darkness in the air. But amidst the shadows and the gloom, A flicker of hope begins to rise, A hero emerges, bold and true, Ready to face the evil's lies. With courage as his sword and shield, He stands against the tide of fate, To protect his people, to defend their land, And vanquish the evill quest's hateful hate. Through trials and tribulations, he fights on, A beacon of light in the darkest night, His spirit unbroken