The fire came suddenly, and Gu Xie knew that things were not looking good. If he burned to death here, there would be no need to talk about filial piety.
Moreover, he was a mortal now and couldn't wield any magical powers.
Waiting for the fire to die out or someone to save him would be too late. If he wanted to live, there was only one way: he gritted his teeth, adjusted his position, and jumped from the top of the barn.
He was lucky, only breaking his leg.
A day later, Gu Xie lay there, wishing for death, with not a single person at home to take care of him. He didn't even have the right to lie in a bed, but could only lie on a straw mat covered with a straw mat.
"Son, are you alright?" Gu Father asked, seemingly concerned.
In his heart, Gu Xie thought, I'm lying here, how can you ask if I'm alright? If it weren't for you starting the fire, would I have been burned?
