Chen Xu sat cross-legged in front of the Red Mud Small Stove.
He listened to the Yanling Ghost King finish his story from when he was alive.
The story wasn't really new, because there's nothing new under the sun.
The powerless young man, though wielding a kitchen knife in a blood frenzy, could not ultimately protect his wife and child, watching them die in that pursuit!
He was born into a humble background, of ordinary origins.
He had no earth-shattering stories to tell.
He was not an aristocrat, had no disputes with sects, nor deep loves or hates in the martial world.
Yet he had the courage of a commoner, and fueled by intense hatred, he managed to escape the pursuit.
Thereafter, he scraped and struggled to survive.
The world was vast, with the Seven Prefectures of the South, Nine Mountains of Kunlun, Twelve Paths of Jade Capital, and the Tribulation Abyss...
He had been to many places, while many others he had not.
