On the night when the Xu clan was slaughtered, eight-year-old Xu Xinyang picked up half a broken mirror in the sea of blood.
After spending ten years as a beggar, he hid his blood-stained family jade pendant and slept among the statues in the ruined temple.
When the enemy's flying boat flew across the sky again, the broken mirror in his arms suddenly let out a shrill cry that only he could hear——
The ferocious faces of his parents who had been turned into puppets appeared in the mirror.
