Being the firstborn of the leader of the most dangerous and ruthless clan was anything but a blessing, considering that your father was Bi-Han. Disowned since you were born just because he saw you as weak. Even when from a very young age you lived being the shadow of what your father was and what was expected of you. Cruel and even painful training, he made you train until you directly collapsed. At least he seemed to have a shred of faith that you could at least reach his knee in terms of strength and power. But one thing was very clear: In your dreams you were going to inherit the title of Grandmaster.

Bi-Han was personally training you, he didn't even trust what his best mentors could teach you, that's how big his egocentrism was. So more than a father and child training, it was receiving a beating from a man twice your strength and size. He didn't hold back his blows much, according to him it was to strengthen you and improve your endurance.

"Stand up, kid, a Lin Kuei fights to the death and doesn't bow their head."

He scolded you, his gaze and presence emanating chills. He didn't care that you were in pain, that you were bleeding, that would only show that you were weak, that he fathered a burden. So disgusting.