He never wanted Fuyao to become entangled in a struggle for power. How could he bother her with such matters?
Compared to his adoptive father's absurd demands, he would rather choose a life of wandering the ends of the earth.
On the day he left the Yun Family, the rain poured in torrents. Carrying only his sword, he left the grand estate where he had been raised for twenty years. From start to finish, he never looked back.
What's past is past. He had repaid everything the Yun Family had given him with years of loyalty.
Having worked hard for the Yun Family for many years, to be discarded by Yun Chi over one displeasure was a fate he had long sensed was coming.
He remembered the way he had entered the Yun Family—he had crawled out of a mud pit, crawling through the night to the nearby Yun shrine. The first choice of Yun Chi, who had come to worship the ancestors, was to kick him away.
