In the dark and windy night, Shen Guanlan looked at the pile of corpses on the ground and a child slowly crawling out from behind a wooden box.
He held a dagger in his hand, and blood splattered on his thin face.
He took the man's hand and took him back as his disciple.
But many years later in the Wangchuan Valley, Xie Yinzhu looked at the sword in his heart. The man holding the sword was his master.
Melancholic Attack & Weird Feeling
Concept: All things have animism