From afar, Nian Bing could already see the massive courtyard, the flaming red walls, and the imposing aura filling an area as large as a small city. Nian Bing's eyes started to well up. He thought of his parents, of his origins, and of the surname he should have. My surname is Rong, I'm Rong Nian Bing! Father, can you see? I've returned.