On the stage, eerie lamps glowed as gongs and drums sounded of their own accord.
There were no actors, not a single living thing—only countless, twisting black shadows.
They warped and twisted in the dim yellow firelight, like a shadow puppet show beginning to reenact the tragedy that occurred here a century ago.
The light and shadows shifted to reveal a magnificent mansion—the very Shen Residence where the group now stood.
The great Shen Family of the eastern city was headed by Shen Gang, a martial man. His wife, Shen Jieye, came from a family of scholars.
The scene shifted. Shen Gang was glaring at an old physician who had just declared that a flaw in his early Cultivation Technique had damaged his foundation, making it nearly impossible for him to ever have children.
But immediately after, the image of a swaddled infant appeared—Shen Junxiong.
It was then that a mysterious Daoist with deep-set eyes came to visit.
