In the village of Songlin at the foot of Mount Wuming, Sigma set aside his work and reminisced about the glory days. He had once been the renowned chief blacksmith of the Yingzhi Empire. Who could have imagined he would end up like this? Framed by others and sent to this godforsaken place, he had nearly been driven mad by the little brat. Thinking it over, he was taciturn, and his wife was gentle and refined, so how had their son become such a mischievous handful, getting into trouble every day? Thinking of his son brought a smile to his face. “Hey! Alpha, are you trying to steal something again?” an almost roaring voice cried out angrily.
