Twenty years ago, on a certain day.
Sky Blade Sect.
In a square.
"Hahaha, Xu Ying, you are just trash, garbage, an idiot!"
"And to think you are the Sect Master's son, yet you still can't even find the feeling of Qi, you're even worse than those wastes from the secular world!"
"And you think you'll take over the position of Sect Master in the future? Pah, stop dreaming!"
"Xu Ying, a waste like you should just stay in the sect and do menial tasks; that's more fitting for you!"
"How can a maggot, a crawler like you, compare with us—paragons of the heavens?"
"Living in the same sect as you, truly is bad luck!"
A group of children around ten years old punched and kicked a small boy of about five or six, laughing and mocking gleefully.
Several little girls also stood by, watching the excitement and humiliating the small boy as well.
The small boy curled up on the ground, his face already swollen with bruises and nose bleeding, dirt covering his head and face, looking pitiful.
