A Song of Lingxiao, Dyed Across Mountains and Rivers

The trees on Niancui Mountain grew thick, and lush grasses covered its slopes. Flocks of birds suddenly took flight, shattering the mountain's deep, tranquil silence.

In an instant, the air filled with blood and slaughter.

A chubby little hand, smeared with blood, was held up before Ling Xiao's eyes.

Ling Xiao tried to move the little hand away, only to discover in astonishment that the bloody baby hand was his own.

"This is my hand?"

Five years later, Ling Xiao roared furiously, "I don't want to be a wild man!"

Ling Xiao asked, "Does Dear Old Dad mean that being an illegitimate child is something to be proud of?"

Ling Xiao asked, "Uncle, the medicine still hasn't worn off? Should you drink some more river water and throw it up?"

His mother's catchphrase: "You are the king of Dayan!"

Ling Xiao: "Shameless mother!"