Outside the house, Xu Ziqing stood in front of Chu Huaixu, recalling the scene he saw when he returned home that year, the massacre of his entire family, and he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
The veins on the young man's forehead bulged slightly.
His fingernails were almost embedded into his flesh, nearly drawing blood.
Only because Chu Huaixu gently patted his shoulder did he manage to steady his rapid breathing and calm down.
Indeed, this once homeless, graceful young man now had a new home of his own.
He once again had new family members.
In his eyes, family worth entrusting everything to.
However, occasionally in the dead of night, or when encountering obstacles during cultivation, his 'heart demon' always emerged.
He would see his father and mother, see his grandmother, and see the little sister who loved to ride on his back like a horse.
