Overnight, the family members who loved him were all destroyed in a sea of fire. Except for himself, no one in the village survived. They all died in the hands of the public enemy of all living things, and he became half-human.
Fortunately, I was rescued by an expert and was accepted as a closed disciple. Later, during an experience, I met an interesting person. He was from a large sect. He was very gentle and as warm as a loved one who loved him.
The master was secretly injured in his early years, and there were ghosts in his sect who were colluding with those strange things, and he did not dare to go back, so he allowed himself to join the sect and found an opportunity to privately hand over the token to the sect master. By some mistake, he discovered that the gentle man was also a member of the sect, and...
Ever since, they have grown together and stood proudly at the top of the continent.
(Written in random, primary school students' writing style, please don't criticize, it is mainly written for myself, because I have been conceiving the plot for a long time, and it would be a pity not to write it, but the writing style is also not good, so I hesitated, and finally decided to write it, just because I am a lazy person, and I may often stop updating)
Intention: stick to your heart