By the Tingtao Pavilion, Chen Xu held an ancient inkstone, listening to a truly absurd and cruel story.
"That foster son of mine, that beast..." Liu Xi's eyes were red, his chest heaving violently as he said, "He, he is not human, he is an Evil Ghost that climbed back from Hell!
I, I originally was not a merchant, I am the son of a Scholar!"
Liu Xi's words turned, yet his demeanor gradually became hazy:
"I was only seven years old that year, my father told me that the Yuan Cang River was in danger of breaching again, and he was going with his peers to form a formation to guard it for seven days.
He gave me a Protective Talisman to wear and instructed Uncle Shi to take me to flee south immediately, as far as possible.
We fled south for seven days, then on that day, we suddenly heard a great roar in the distance. We couldn't see anything, but we could feel that the sky seemed to have collapsed at that moment.
