"My son bears the surname Zheng."
By rights, upon hearing this, Liang Cheng should have felt quite uncomfortable.
After all, he is a proud and ancient zombie, and for his master to be called someone's son, wouldn't that make him an unwarranted "Retired Emperor"?
But the account isn't calculated that way.
The origin of all this still traces back to that night when his master Zheng Fan, adhering to the principle that it's better to have one less hassle and that it costs nothing to pay homage in temples of Confucianism, Buddhism, or Taoism,
knelt before the simple offering table.
Shatuo Queshi had no heirs, and his tribe, the Shatuo tribe, had been annihilated.
The altar he set up himself was for the early commemoration of himself and the desolate desert sands that gave him life.
But because of that kowtow from his master,
his master became Shatuo Queshi's "blood sacrifice inheritor."
