My name is Chen Feng. I’m the last sect master of the Xuantian Sect, and now I work as a security guard.
The year my wife died in childbirth, I was undergoing tribulation. By the time I rushed back, all I heard were her final words: “Take good care of Xiaoxing.”
I sealed my cultivation and took my son into the city to lie low. By day, I catch thieves. At night, I pick my son up from school.
Until the day someone kidnapped him.
I crushed their magical weapon with one hand, and twenty ancient martial arts experts ended up kneeling before me. My son asked, “Dad, why are they kneeling?” I said, “Their legs gave out.”
After that, CEO Qin brought me meals every day, Doctor Su insisted on tutoring my son, a movie queen refused to leave the security office, and a policewoman checked my records thirteen times.
I didn’t think much of it.
Until I discovered that my wife hadn’t died in childbirth.
She had been murdered.
I folded my security uniform and put it in the closet.
Then I took out the sword I’d kept sealed for eight years.
