"Dad!"
In the dark cave, a small body crouched on the ground, curling up and murmuring softly. His tears had long since dried up, for there were no more to shed.
After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, when the clamor from outside finally ceased, the small body managed to stand, but stumbled and fell due to having been crouched for too long.
As he ate the food left by his father, he used his hands to dig through the soil. Although he was only five years old, he had already started learning martial arts from his Uncle Sorcerer Lord a month earlier, and had now reached the Third Tier of the Hidden Qi Realm.
Several days later, the boy emerged from the cave, covered in filth and with his face barely discernible, except for his bright eyes that shone with unwavering determination.
Looking at the devastation in his view, his nose tingled.