Yunzhou, Misty Mountain, the West Mountain Pass—
Standing on the highest rock at the West Mountain Pass, he could clearly see the small village that he was born in. Compared to the time when he was just born, great changes had taken place in the small village.
An extremely luxurious house was built up with the water in the front and a hill behind. The house covered an area of several fields, stretching from the east side of the village to the west side. That was the Zhou's house.
In this small village, "the Zhou's" was already a word that created envy in the villagers. Looking at the house, the villagers now and then showed their jealous eyes and pointed their fingers at it.
"Old Zhou was so lucky that he gave birth to such a good son!"
"So? Old Xing, are you green-eyed? If you are jealous, you can also give birth to a second baby. I worry that you are less lucky than Old Zhou!"
