The Humiliation of My Broken Finger, I Use My Skills to Control the Country

Young Shen Yan stands in the dilapidated streets of Manhuang Town. He is dressed in a white-washed coarse cloth uniform. His right hand is wrapped with a blood-oozing cloth strip (details of a severed finger). His left hand is holding a purple micro-spell disk that glows with bronze aura. The lines of the compass are illuminated by green-gold Dao patterns. The phantom of an old man with a white beard (Lao Xuan) is condensed above the compass, his eyes are cold and stern.