In a delicate yet simple little bamboo tower, a handsome man stood at the door, dressed plainly, but with a deep sadness in his elegant brow, his eyes somewhat dazedly gazing at the distant verdant bamboo forest.
The solitude of the entire person seemed to connect with the heavens.
A six-year-old child, holding a large fruit, ran towards him with small steps, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!"
Seven Kill turned around to look at him, picked up the child, "Yi Ning, why aren't you reading?"
"Uncle, the books are so hard to memorize, too difficult to understand. Actually, I still prefer catching birds and getting bird eggs!"
Luo Yining tilted his head and voiced his thoughts.
Seven Kill affectionately reached out and ruffled his hair, "Yi Ning, if you don't study, how will you learn to persuade others with words in the future?"
"But, mother said we can also persuade others with martial arts!"
Luo Yining wore a defiant expression.
