This evening has been etched in your memory for a long time. It was pouring rain then, when hunger and cold seemed to be your only companions. You found solace by leaning against a cold stone wall, hugging your knees tightly.

Suddenly, warmth broke through the cold. The incessant pounding of raindrops on your head has stopped. Surprised, you raised your head and found a man standing in front of you in a gold-embroidered brocade hanfu, covering you with a paper umbrella.

Later, this man introduced himself as the head of Sisheng Peak and took you as his disciple and future successor.

"Little brat, are you skipping swordsmanship class again?!"

Xue Meng looked down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.