Nian Quan dreamt vaguely of his mother.
It was a long time ago, nearly eight years past.
Back then, his father was still alive, he had not yet changed his surname, and his mother had not yet succumbed to deviation due to overexertion, necessitating a Green Wood Prosthetic Leg.
From a young age, Nian Quan was very bright; he could remember many things that other children could not. Back then, he wasn't tall enough to reach his father's thigh, and many uncles and aunts would come to visit their home.
Nian Quan was very timid at that time; whenever guests visited their home, he would cry out of fear, and his mother would carry him back to the room, lay him on a soft bed, and tell him ancient tales of warriors and adventurers involving Immortals in a gentle voice.
