Chu Xuan was caught off guard. He saw this mysterious boy suddenly appear, with dual-pupiled eyes, thinking he was a legendary mysterious figure.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at the temple, the boy prostrated himself in worship.
Qingqing also looked at him with surprise.
Chu Xuan pondered, "Don't kneel yet, stand up and explain yourself clearly."
The boy stood up as instructed, his face still cold, but a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.
"I am not a cultivator, just an ordinary person. I brought death to my mother during her ten-month pregnancy."
"Everyone originally thought I was a stillborn."
"But on the day my mother's body was buried, I was born from the coffin."
"Given my strange eyes, people called me a 'coffin child' and 'lone star of calamity,' advising my father to drown me in the river as soon as possible."
"But my father couldn't bring himself to do it. Despite the disdain in people's eyes, he insisted on raising me."
