Provincial City, public cemetery.
Wang Wenqian, clad in a set of black Mystical clothes, knelt before the grave of his father, Wang Xiongying, continuously pouring a bottle of wine onto the ground in front of the tombstone.
He was Wang Xiongying's eldest son, who had trained in martial arts under a great master since childhood and later joined a special department of the Divine Continent Country, in which he thrived and became truly elite talent.
Not far from the grave, a man who looked to be in his sixties, with bright and spirited eyes, stood by, waiting.
After emptying the wine, Wang Wenqian looked at the photograph of his father on the tombstone and spoke in a firm tone, "Dad, rest assured, I will avenge both you and my brother. I won't let you die with your eyes closed."
After kowtowing three times, he stood up and walked over to the man, respectfully saying, "Master, shall we go to Binhai now?"
