Fu Hao, the once famous heir of the Fu family's woodcraft, was plotted and framed by his most trusted brother, and he fell to the bottom overnight. He concealed his sharp edge and hid in the remote and barren Qingshi Village for five years, surviving as an ordinary carpenter, guarding an old work ruler that could identify ancient artifacts and air induction machines, waiting for the opportunity. A cold rain enveloped him and he quietly returned home. No one knew that this returnee, covered in mud, had a deep hatred and unrequited edge in his heart. The curtain of revenge and truth was slowly opening with the rainy night.
