The mountain bamboo forest, the gentle breeze swayed.
A boy around fifteen or sixteen years old slightly opened his eyes and rubbed them in a daze.
The boy was nameless and had no parents, raised by a blind fortune teller from a young age.
The blind fortune teller said he was the reincarnation of a Divine being and would become a great person in the future.
The boy scoffed at this.
He couldn't believe a Divine being would willingly be reborn into an unwanted wild child.
Though the blind fortune teller didn't give the boy wealth and status, he taught him martial arts, allowing him to crush a ferocious tiger with a punch at a young age.
Later, the blind fortune teller died of illness, and the boy felt he probably wouldn't have any more family.
Then, the boy saw her.
Saw the bloodstains on her, her face covered in blood, and a face full of despair.
Behind her were those chasing her.
