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One day, while marching, a heavy rain...
Autumn rain.
The sky was full of rain like scrolls of martial arts world, and the mountains roared like the ocean waves.
"King of Li Mountain" Yan Banruo called his son into the tent, then offered a scroll, lit incense, gave his son three sticks, and then pointed at the scroll and said, "Kneel."
Yan Baixiang was a tall and robust but handsome and imposing general, who, at that moment, looked at the beauty painted on the scroll not with desire, but with a look of excitement.
"Mother..." Yan Baixiang called softly.
Yan Banruo said, "Haven't you always wanted to know where your mother went? Now, I will tell you. She is the Head of the Su Family; she came out of seclusion only to leave a descendant. And that descendant is you."
"Head of the Su Family..." Yan Baixiang's mind trembled, naturally understanding what it meant to be the head of a noble family.
And the Su Family, was indeed that noble family in the northern lands...
