The crosshairs of three snipers’ scopes locked onto Huang Lei’s chest at the same time.
Riddled with bullets, he plunged off a cliff. As consciousness ebbed away, all he felt was a freezing cold enveloping him.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a newborn baby in a secluded clan deep in the mountains of Guangnan.
For thirteen years, he did his best to fit into this isolated yet remarkably harmonious family.
Until today, at the bottom of a remote ravine in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he kicked aside a skeleton whose age was impossible to guess.
A ring glimmering with a faint, deep blue light lay quietly between its jagged finger bones.
