Heaven Dou Empire, northern frontier. On the edge of the Far North, where wind and snow howled, lay a remote border town called Frostleaf City. There, seventeen-year-old Su Ming was hard at work in his family's blacksmith shop, drenched in sweat. Clang, clang, clang. His hammer struck the red-hot iron, sending sparks flying. Su Ming was slender, yet carried himself with a composure beyond his years. An orphan, he had been adopted by the old blacksmith Su Lie and raised in the forge. Without Soul Power, he could never become a Soul Master. That was the fate of the lowest class in Douluo Dalu. "Xiao Ming, take a break," Su Lie said, coughing as he handed him a bowl of hot soup. "Not having Soul Power doesn't mean..."
