C1112 Good kindred

When I was a teenager, I went to rob with my father, but when I met a poor beggar on the road, I was kind and secretly let him go. I didn't think that the beggar would give me a book, saying that I was destined for it.

That book was called "Thunder God Art of the Ninth Heaven". However, the book was tattered and the latter half of it seemed to have been torn apart