The light of the glass Treasure glittered briefly, suggesting it was a rare artifact, yet even in the Tribe's most difficult times, his father had never brought it out.
He had vaguely heard that his father possessed a great treasure and had hidden in this desolate land to escape assassins.
He had always scoffed at this, as others didn't understand his father— he knew him well; he had never seen any legendary treasures in his life.
But now, as his aged father, who was on the verge of death, slowly brought out this Treasure Bead, he realized he didn't know his father at all.
Feng Jiu, looking at the Treasure Bead handed to her, suddenly envisioned the old man as he once was, when he was a young man starting to make his mark in the Demon Court.
But now he was an old man on his deathbed, seeing his shattered Primordial Spirit and battered body, she could guess what had happened to him.
"Who inflicted these wounds on you?" Feng Jiu said softly.
