Zong Heng: Mom, last night I dreamed that an uncle told me that he was my father and asked me to learn magic by myself to save him.
Zong Heng's mother glanced at Zong Heng, who had just turned ten:... Your father? In a dream? Not dead? Spell? Save him? You! ?
... One year later...
Hua Po Lan: Mom, my dad gave me a dream last night. He asked me to learn magic from brother Zong Heng, and then accompany brother Zong Heng to save him and Zong Heng's father.
After hearing this, Hua Po Lan's mother kept pulling Hua Po Lan to look for Zong Heng's mother: "Zong Heng's mother, my Po Lan seems to be hysterical from reading. Do you think there is any way..." The rest of the words were swallowed up when she saw Zong Heng chopping firewood with his sword.
Zong Heng: Break the railing, here you go, my father told me clearly last night, I will teach you from the most basic...
Purpose: two children growing up