The takeout box contained Xuanyuan Bow, and the express delivery note read Chi You's Tomb.
My name is Zhang Moyu, an ordinary high school student who has been deceived by his father for eighteen years.
Until that day, a golden light shattered the classroom window——
I just learned that all the teachers and students in the school are descendants of the ancient God of War.
And the ancestral broken wooden bow on my back is the Xuanyuan artifact used by the Yellow Emperor to kill Chi You.
But I just want to ask:
Why should I, a social-phobic otaku, wipe my butt when my ancestors were fighting? !
"Don't bow your head, the crown will fall off."
On top of the ruins, Zhao Jinxin patted the blood-stained family tree on my chest:
"Remember, every arrow you swing—"
"They are all rewriting the fate of Daxia five thousand years from now."
