The roar of the steam train gradually dissipated at the end of the platform. The last wisp of white steam mixed with the biting cold wind, rolled up fine snow foam and hit my face hard, bringing a biting chill. I subconsciously wrapped my heavy woolen coat tightly, but my fingertips uncontrollably touched the inside of my sleeve - there was a silver token hidden close to my body. The surface was engraved with bamboo patterns as fine as a spider web, and the edges were polished smooth and rounded. This was the token of the Zhunan Society and the spiritual support for me to return home from this trip. The cold metal touch spread along the fingertips to the bottom of my heart, like a powerful tranquilizer, steadily suppressing the endless grief, anger and determination on the way back home. My name is Yue Qingcheng, I am twenty-two this year, and I am the only son of the Yue family, a wealthy businessman in the former Z City. When I was nineteen years old, I followed my parents' ardent expectations and went to country M to study political science and economics. I fully expected to use what I had learned to transform my family's industry and benefit my neighbors after I returned home. But the sudden "accident" three years ago completely shattered this stable and smooth life blueprint, and transformed me from a young master in the greenhouse into an avenger bearing a blood feud.
