Feng Mein Shao, scales shining bright white and radiant, ventured into the world of mortals.
Leaving behind the perilous troubles of the spirit world, he brought with him gifts for the people he met along the way.
He saw among them great suffering and misery, the fields dry and barren, the sky clear of any clouds offering hope for reprieve.
Feng Mein Shao was warned by his colleagues. "Do not make matters worse for them. The knowledge of agriculture is too much for them to handle, humankind will commit atrocious acts should they learn to farm food."
"Surely if they are all fed they will have no reason to act atrociously, besides I won this knowledge from you fair and square, it is mine to do with as I please."
"You are making a grave mistake, Feng Mein Shao, but it is clear I cannot stop you. Will you fix the suffering in the world you create by offering our secrets so freely?"
And so Feng Mein Shao walked among the people for one hundred years, working alongside them, teaching them to plant rice and channel water.
Feng Mein Shao returned to the spirit world filled with a sense of pride, but that was quickly demolished and the other spirits chastised him.
"See now how they shackle the weak and beat those unable to fight back, unwilling to do the work themselves? Humans are doomed now, they will only suffer at the hands of each other for your hubris and misguided compassion, Feng Mein Shao. You are naive."
Feng Mein Shao watched the people enslave one another to make the fields, and he wept. He wept and wept for months, a great flood wiping out all of the fields he helped them create. No amount of the great dragon's tears, though, could wipe away the suffering or the knowledge that he had freely given.