Zong Ge slowly opened his eyes.
His vision went from blurry to clear, and he saw the ornate, exquisite floor tiles. The intense pain on his body made his memory also become clear.
He had been surrounded and beaten by his half-brothers and sisters until he passed out.
Silent tears flowed from his eyes.
Despair, anger, hatred, and confusion overwhelmed the young Zong Ge. He curled up his body and sobbed quietly.
Footsteps suddenly approached and finally stopped in front of Zong Ge.
Through tear-blurred eyes, Zong Ge vaguely saw a pair of boots.
"Sigh," the owner of the boots let out a deep sigh.
That mere sound of sighing made Zong Ge realize the identity of the newcomer.
The next moment, he was pulled up to stand by the person.
"Instructor…" Zong Ge called out helplessly.
The Instructor stared at him and did not embrace Zong Ge to offer comfort, but instead handed him a sword.
"Continue with your sword training," the Instructor said.
Huff, huff, huff...
