Zhou Shixiong clutched his chest, the scar there the best proof. "A few years ago, in the Qingshan of Dao City, if it weren't for two saviors, I'd likely be a pile of white bones by now."
He had thought that mountain would be his final resting place, but he unexpectedly met benefactors. They not only treated his wounds but also gave him excellent medicine, narrowly snatching his life back from the hands of King Yama.
He had spent all these years trying to find news of his benefactors. Now that he had finally met them, he was determined to repay this debt, no matter the cost.
Empress Zhou, of course, knew about the incident. At the time, her brother was trying to deliver intelligence and had been ambushed and pursued along his route.
A few loyal servants had fought to the death to open a path, giving her brother a chance to escape. Even so, he had been severely injured. If he hadn't happened to run into someone on the mountain, she would likely be all alone in this world now.
