- Silver Roc Hsiao Peng: [Poem written on wall, read aloud] With a sword, I travel alone. / The roc soars high in the clouds. / The land is vast, but where is my home? / O swallow, where are you nesting?
- Silver Roc Hsiao Peng: [Speaking poetically] O swallow, you are my swallow. / Fly now. Whose are you?