Che's childhood memories remain in a fire.
That night, the originally peaceful Lianyun Valley suddenly burst into flames. The uneasy mood instantly spread to every place in the valley, and soon caused quite a commotion. After a while, all the disciples gathered around the seriously injured Valley Master and hurriedly retreated into the martial arts hall, leaving behind a thick trail of blood.
At that time, Xiao Che was hiding in the corner and saw his father's snow-white robe dyed bright red. His left arm was gone, and only the broken half sleeve swayed as he moved. Under the candlelight, my father's blood-stained face turned out to be so hideous and terrifying. She was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound. She huddled behind the pillar, and her clear eyes reflected the faces of adults, either angry, sad, or desperate.