On this day, a veteran with the surname Wang was in charge of the city's defense. He had wasted half of his life here in Yanhui Town. He liked to drink in his downtime, and he would start boasting and telling fibs whenever he'd had a little too much. He would always say that he used to follow the Old Marquis on the Northern Expedition in the past.
No one could find out whether his words were true or not, but it was not impossible. The Old Marquis was still human. He still needed to eat, and of course, he would require a servant to take care of his meals.
But no matter how careless he was, Old Wang would never dare to drink on the day of the return of the Giant Kite. Each of the officers must be lined up in turn, and everyone was afraid of being embarrassed.
Unfortunately, what you feared was what you got.
Old Wang looked up at the alarm whistle ascending to the sky and roared hysterically: "Which little bastard's piss does not look at the date and demands to get crazily drunk to molest your wife? Who released the whistle? Do you think this old man is just for show?"
At the end of the dark river, there was a big pool surrounded by an iron net waiting to welcome the incoming Giant Kite. The iron net had already been opened halfway. The little soldier who was in charge of pulling the latch was scared by this sudden alarm sound. Not understanding what was going on, he did not dare to be careless and fastened the latch again.
In the end, the big iron gate was stuck between half-open and half-closed, just like a big mouth that clamped down onto the dragon decoration on the Giant Kite's head.
The soldiers who were all lined up waiting to unload Ziliujin from the ship had started to look back and forth in confusion. The Mayor, who was responsible for receiving military goods, took out a small tong hou, directed it at the soldiers who were waiting at the iron gate, and yelled, "Are you all half asleep?! The Giant Kite is stuck, can't you see it?!"
He had not even finished talking yet when a burst of burning fire suddenly flashed on the deck of the Giant Kite. Thick white smoke streamed out, unloading a thick steel arrow the size of an arm savagely flying into the sky. It accurately shot down the loud warning alarm whistle in the midst of a surprised noise from the crowd.
The alarm whistle was silenced, and died in the blink of an eye. It stopped in the air for a second and fell straight down. Silence hung with it for a brief moment, and then it exploded with a loud 'bang!' ensuing chaos.
"What happened?! Who shot the arrow? Is the person on board crazy?!"
"What are they planning to do?"
'Baihong'* was a type of giant mechanical bow. After the whole bow had been fully extended, it was seven feet long. It could only be equipped onto a large-scale ship such as the Giant Kite. Such a terrifying weapon certainly could not be driven by human strength alone. A mechanism powered by Ziliujin was equipped under the bow. An arrow that had been shot from a fully extended bow could pierce through a city gate even a few feet thick.
*白虹 lit. White Rainbow
It was said that when the Giant Kite slid across the sky, the Baihong arrows that would rain down from it was were like divine punishments that had fallen onto the ground below, and even Heavy Armors could not withstand them.
This change came too suddenly. Old Wang grabbed a Qian Li Yan, stretched out his neck like an old turtle, and muttered: "Oh no,... This is not good. Hurry! Go call Master Guo and Tudor Lu, go!"
He was still speaking when all of the Giant Kite's flaming wings that had been extinguished suddenly illuminated once more. The lack of Ziliujin caused the Kite to let out a rumbling and exploding sound, like a beast that had been woken up from its slumber.
Old Wang's eyes widened as he watched the deck of the Giant Kite turn over. A row of strong soldiers donning Heavy Armors started lining up. The glimmer of their armors was like daylight reflecting onto the river's surface. Even from the distance, onlookers could still feel the heavy pressure.
Their leader pushed up the protective mask of his armor, revealing a face covered with scars.
Old Wang was shocked - this was a strange face; how did he get on board the Giant Kite?
Scarred Man suddenly smiled, then he turned his head towards the sky and howled. His howl was loud enough to pierce through the roar of machinery, resembling that of a wolf. All the other warriors behind him had started to mimic his action. One howl followed after the other like a pack of wolves that had gone hungry throughout winter, greedily revealing their deadly fangs.
Among the crowd of people that came to watch the Giant Kite, someone shouted: "The barbarians!"
These words had poked a hole into the hornet's nest.
The people of the dozens of villages and neighboring cities had all gathered. Men and women, young and old, now resembled a pack of antelopes, running and fleeing in fright, pushing and shoving, stepping over each other.
Even the horses of the guarding officers were continuously whining as the mass of people pushed through them.
Old Wang stepped onto the watchtower, took a long spear hanging from his waist, and raised his hand to break open the 'golden box' at the top of the tower. He knew that the golden box contained the Ziliujin used for lighting. If he had enough good luck and the fire could be properly ignited, the top of the watchtower could be used as an alarm whistle exploding into the sky.
The veteran who had been telling fibs for an entire lifetime successfully stabbed a corner of the golden box, and streams of Ziliujin started pouring out. He shakily took out an ignition tool. As the howling of wolves rang through the sky, a few sparks of fire broke out and were stuffed into the golden box by his old hands.
Half of the Ziliujin in the golden box had leaked out; the remaining half was burnt up immediately after meeting the flame. The ventilator of the lighthouse was blocked. Only a small amount of steam spurted out, appearing as if it was about to explode.
In the next moment, another Baihong arrow blasted into the air and nailed through the chest of Old Wang. His flesh and blood were split apart in an instant. The momentum of the arrow did not stop even slightly, dragging what remained of the old veteran towards the watchtower.
The tower exploded then collapsed from the top. Rubble fell all over. On the ground, the guarding officers and the commoners started to scatter, hurriedly fleeing in all directions.
At the same time, the golden box burning at the top of the tower finally surged into the sky, and the ominous purple light flashed and exploded into a huge firework in midair, lighting up half of Yanhui Town.
Only now did the commander behind the tong hou start to react, and he shouted with all his might: "The enemy has attacked! - the barbarians attacked! -"
The Giant Kite that had been taken over and controlled by the barbarians slowly rose from the ground, and Baihong arrows continued to rain down, claiming lives.
The crowds scattered like headless flies, and the town cavalry guards quickly ran through the bluestone path that was not completely closed.
All of the artillery on the tower had their heads raised together, aiming at the Giant Kite currently taking off -
The entire town was engulfed in smoke and fire.
It appeared that the compartment containing Ziliujin on the Giant Kite was wide open, and countless Northern Barbarian soldiers descended from the sky amidst the howling of wolves.
The wolves roared; the streets were covered in blood. Everything had been turned upside down.
The scarred man on the Kite leaped into the air, the steam under his iron armor spurting out violently. His entire body had leapt more than ten meters high. He landed onto a military horse — which, of course, could not support the Heavy Armor's weight, and its front legs broke immediately. The soldier that had been on the horse was bitten in the neck by the savage man before he could react.
The barbarian raised his head and took a chunk out of the soldier's throat. Blood spurted out like oil, ending the soldier's life before he could even cry out.
Scarred Man laughed loudly, resembling a man-eating demon, then swallowed the human flesh between his teeth. He suddenly whistled, and four or five other barbarians donning Heavy Armors appeared at his signal, sticking closely by his side. They flew quickly across the street and went straight in the direction of Xu Baihu's house.
The military armors were divided into two types: 'Light' and 'Heavy.' The Light Armor was worn by the cavalries and could only carry a small bit of power. Mostly still relying on manpower and animal power, its only advantage was its weight.
Heavy Armor was a completely different concept. A set of Heavy Armor was double the height of an adult man and carried a 'golden box' on its back. Ziliujin flowed through its joints and limbs. The wearer's feet could travel thousands of miles and was capable of swinging a hundred-pound sword with one arm. Its waist was also equipped with explosives. Just a single unit of Heavy Armor could sweep through an entire army.
If Heavy Armor was available, Cavalries, Navies, and such were not necessary ... But this was not possible. Heavy Armors were immensely expensive. They burnt up one box of Ziliujin within a few hours, which was the estimated amount that could light the watchtower for two whole years.
Ziliujin was the lifeblood of a nation. One or two gold bricks on the black market might not be enough to afford one or two batches of Ziliujin even with seven or eight parts impurities.
Even a great and powerful nation could only support one branch of their militia fully-equipped with Heavy Armors - for example, the Black Iron Camp led by the Marquis of Order - Gu Yun.
Hence, where did these barbarians obtain so many Heavy Armors?
The dead soldiers had no one to answer them.
The old maid, who just had stumbled out of the Xu family's house, bumped into this group of vicious murderers. She didn't have the chance to make a single sound before she was nailed into the wall.
The savage man drove straight into the inner chamber and shouted: "Hu Ge Er! Hu Ge Er!"
"Hu Ge Er" - Xiu Niang, of course, could no longer answer him.
The carved wooden door was kicked down by the warrior in heavy armor, and the shaft broke apart with a piercing noise, then collapsed completely.
The invincible barbarian's footsteps finally stopped. He stood in front of the entrance of the woman's chamber blankly.
The light smell of smoke had not yet dissipated. The room still only had the slightest bit of light, the long shadow of the tassel hanging on the bed scattered over the ground. The makeup table had been tidied up, and there was a box of lip color still open in the corner...
A teenager was kneeling in front of the bed with his back turned towards him... there also seemed to be a figure of a person lying down.
The teenager — Chang Geng — upon hearing such a big ruckus, instinctively looked back. He saw the group of savage barbarians break into his home in broad daylight, yet he did not feel the slightest hint of shock in his heart. However, he did come to a sudden realization, and could now partially understand why Xiu Niang wanted to die.
These barbarians were able to enter the city; they must have, without a doubt, had relations with Xiu Niang. Xu Baihu was still on the Giant Kite, perhaps because she was in contact with the foreigners, she learned that he had already been killed by barbarians while onboard. She had successfully avenged her country, but she had also indirectly killed the only man who treated her with kindness.
Chang Geng looked at the barbarians with indifference, then turned back and bowed to the woman on the bed, expressed his gratitude for not killing him all these years, then completely severed any ties with the deceased.
He bowed until his forehead touched the ground, stood up, and turned to face the heavy-armored warrior at the door.
The heavy-armored man was like a mountain. Chang Geng was but a child of flesh and blood. Standing among these men, he appeared like an ant that was about to go head to head with a large ancient tree*. It seemed that he should be afraid, but he was not.
*Based on the idiom 蚍蜉撼大树 pí fú hàn dà shù, lit. an ant trying to shake a big tree
Chang Geng was not so arrogant that he thought he could stand a chance against these mountains. He was also aware that there was no way he could run from them, yet, strangely, he felt no fear.
Perhaps his fear had all disappeared the moment he learned that there was another identity to "Shen Shiliu."
Scarred Man looked at him — no one could tell what he was thinking of when suddenly, his face was filled with anger: "Where is Hu Ge Er?"
Chang Geng's gaze stayed on his face for a moment and then said, "I remember you, you were the man who led a pack of wolves to attack me in the winter snowstorm that year."
A barbarian in Heavy Armor stepped forward, attempting to grab Chang Geng, when the Scarred Man raised his hand to stop him.
Scarred Man tilted his head down slightly, clumsily bending his back to stare at the boy that didn't even reach his armored chest, and asked again in an accented Chinese dialect: "I am asking you, Hu Ge Er, Xu...Xiu Niang, where is she?"
Chang Geng: "Already dead."
He held onto the iron wristband then stepped out of the way, revealing the lifeless body lying on the bed. There was a trace of black blood on Xiu Niang's lips. Her face was pale white, like a poisonous flower that had withered.
The barbarians in the yard all kneeled down, crying out and screaming in sorrow.
Scarred Man seemed stunned for a moment. Then he slowly lifted his foot and stepped into Xiu Niang's room. Although the action seemed cautious, the Heavy Armor he wore still left a deep imprint in the ground that he walked on.
The barbarian went to the window and reached out to lean on the carved wooden bed. He retracted his hand halfway, as if he was afraid that his strength could crush the bedpost.
He bent his waist that was covered in Heavy Armor, the white steam spreading behind him in the small bedroom. The Ziliujin inside the armor continued to burn, creating a sound resembling that of a dying beast.
The beast caressed the woman's face.
It was ice cold.
Then, Scarred Man suddenly howled like a wolf that had lost its mate. In the next moment, the Heavy Armor in front of the bed turned at a speed which the human eye could not see, and the stirring white steam spewed out hysterically. A mechanical hand reached out to grab Chang Geng.
Chang Geng's feet immediately left the ground. There was a sharp pain in his back. His internal organs felt as if they were knocked upside down as the Barbarian slammed him against the wall.
The wall cracked.
Chang Geng could no longer endure it, and spat out blood onto the Scarred Man's metallic arm.
He struggled to lower his head and confronted the pair of eyes that were full of killing intent.
Chang Geng saw such eyes for the first time; there seemed to be a heavy image of rust contained in them.
However, he did not know how, in this situation of disparity between strength and weakness, a burning will suddenly sprouted in his heart and soul. He did not retreat his gaze, but instead fiercely stared back at the barbarian in front of him.
The juvenile's and the murderer's gazes met. The young wolf's fangs had not yet sharpened, but it seemed as if his fierceness was naturally born.
This might be a natural temperament. When people were trapped in a deadly situation, two kinds of people would fight back. The first was the type of person who had calculated carefully, or would act out of morality, duty, integrity, or even after weighing the pros and cons; it was only for the last resort. Their heart was not ignorant to their fear, but their conscience or intelligence could overcome it. This was real courage.
The other kind of person was who would not think about anything. Everything was based on instinct: instinctively angry, instinctively full of a will to fight - even if, inside their heart, they could vaguely understand that their resistance will lead to more terrifying results, they still could not restrain themselves from taking a bite out of the enemy.
At this moment, Chang Geng was undoubtedly the latter, and perhaps the word 'fearful' itself was enough to irritate him.
Upon recalling those years, Xiu Niang was not the only one who had to battle with her conscience; Chang Geng was actually the same. In the end, Xiu Niang did not kill him, maybe because half of the blood flowing in him belonged to her elder sister. Chang Geng did not kill her either, maybe because, despite the long years of torment she subjected him to, she was still the one who raised him after all.
The scarred barbarian seemed to have been stabbed by his gaze. Raising his massive fist in anger, he had to make Chang Geng shed blood.
Just then, a roar suddenly came from the direction of the door, and a Barbarian who was standing guard flew across the room, destroying half of it.
The dark room suddenly lit up, and intense sun rays started pouring in. Chang Geng squinted his eyes; he heard a blood-curdling scream before he could see any light.
The scarred man's arm grabbing at Chang Geng was mercilessly cut off. Chang Geng's foot suddenly had nowhere to land, so he couldn't help but fall to the side. The next moment, another armored arm gently embraced him.
There were always a few pieces of dismantled steel armors lying around in Teacher Shen's yard. It's just that Heavy Armors were very expensive and were not allowed to be maintained by the Mechanics of the common folks - even an involved individual like Xu Baihu could not.
Only on one occasion, a Heavy Armor was completely done for and was about to be brought to the Generals Slope to be dealt with. Teacher Shen secretly used his connections to request for it to be brought to his home instead. He enthusiastically dismantled the Heavy Armor that had been around since the beginning of time bit by bit, then carefully explained all of its ins and outs to Chang Geng.
Chang Geng still remembered the time he said that when someone put on Heavy Armor, they could obtain the power of thousand forces, crushing military horses, pushing down surrounding walls, and as long as the basics were understood, even children could do it.
However, the toughest thing to do was to not lift a mountain.
The strongest iron armor warriors were those who donned the Heavy Armor and could still pass the finest thread through an embroidery needle.
The iron armor of the man who just arrived was different from those of the barbarian warriors. It seemed to be a little smaller in size. The armor's exterior also did not have that bright silver light; it was dark and not at all eye-catching. He gently patted Chang Geng's back, placed the boy onto the shoulder of his Heavy Armor, and spoke in a hushed tone: "Don't be afraid."
The voice that came from behind the iron mask was somewhat distorted; Chang Geng keenly turned back, thoughtfully staring at the mask's tightly covered surface.
It was only then that the barbarians at the door finally reacted; they rushed in like a swarm of bees. With the scarred man as their center, they spread out in a circle, surrounding the man in black armor and Chang Geng.
The man in black armor had one arm shielding Chang Geng's shoulder, and the other carried a bare 'iron rod', with thin steam coming out of the tail of this unsightly bar.
His slashing movement just now was truly too fast. Chang Geng did not get to see clearly - was his weapon really this worn-out iron stick?
The scarred man broke out in a cold sweat, his face blue. He backed away two steps in caution and spoke in a low voice: "Black Armor, Wind Slasher*... You are one of those demon crows."
* 割风刃: gē fēng rèn, lit. blade that could cut through wind.
Chang Geng wasn't able to react at first. Not long after, his back suddenly stiffened - demon crow!
That's right, fourteen years ago, in the Northern Expedition, the Black Iron Camp rushed straight into the Northern Barbarian savanna, like a black whirlwind; the barbarians resented and feared them and had given them the name 'demon crow'.
The man in black armor did not pay any regard to it, and cooly reminded Chang Geng: "Hold on tight."
The scarred man screamed, and four other well-trained barbarian warriors surged forward along with him. Swords slashed out in all four directions. A dark purple light flashed under the feet of the black-armored man; he dexterously drilled through the gap of the slashes and leaped up onto the already collapsed roof of the Xu's house. As soon as he landed, though the left shoulder that currently carried Chang Geng remained motionless, the right half suddenly turned at a dazzling speed, the 'iron rod' in his hand appearing like an illusion.
Chang Geng's eyes widened as managed to see a blade at the head of the rod that the man in black armor was using. The whirlwind-like blade slashed down, and the barbarian soldiers who charged forward were unable to dodge. They took a direct hit on the chest, and the golden box at the center of their armor exploded instantly; the Ziliujin inside burst into a terrifying blaze, blowing up the body of that giant monster into little pieces.
Hot blood splashed onto Chang Geng's face. He controlled himself with everything he had, barely maintaining his unmoving look. His hand clung tightly to the corner of the black armor.
This was...the legendary Black Iron Camp that could pit one against thousands; there was no obstacle they couldn't conquer.
The barbarians recognized the wide gap between their skills and their opponents, they no longer dared to fight alone. They exchanged looks with each other. At the same time, they all ran out of Xiu Niang's chamber, scattered in several directions, and bounced onto the roof.
One person rushed to the foot of the black-armored man, slashing at the joints of his legs. One person swung his sword towards the man's head, sealing off his escape route. The other one aimed right at the golden box at the heart of his black armor.
After losing one arm, the scarred man took more than ten steps back. He lifted his remaining arm, opening the compartment at the front of it. A sinister arrowhead was ready to move, aiming right at Chang Geng, who was being carried on the man's shoulder.
These barbarians had gone hunting together since childhood, in surrounding and killing, their teamwork was unmatched.
Murderous intent soared through the sky; one could feel all their hairs standing upright.
Chang Geng could finally clearly see the iron rod in the Black Armor's hand. When propelled at high speed, the three- to four-foot-long black iron blade was extended out from the end of the long rod, while continuously spitting out fine steam. When running out of power, the sharp blade would travel at top speed and retract back to the other side, one moving and one withdrawing. The blade rotated in a full circle resembling a terrifying meat grinder.
At this time, Chang Geng's feet were suddenly lifted. The man in black armor had pushed him from his shoulder into his arms. His entire body was pinned to the chest of the armor, bending with it.
Chang Geng was shocked - not counting his weight, the single Heavy Armor alone must be hundreds of pounds already. After bending into this position, all of that weight would be pressed onto the lower back of the man in black armor: would it not end up breaking his back?
The man turned his body, made a clean and neat spin in the air, holding Chang Geng and leaping down from the roof, accurately avoiding the arrow that the scarred man shot at them.
The light on the Wind Slasher concentrated into a thin line, his movement quick and precise, killing one person, slashing another's legs, then the mechanism inside the leg guard spurted out white steam, pushing the Heavy Armor forward. He had already traveled more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
It seemed that he could easily handle these barbarian soldiers, but it was only because he had his hands full with Chang Geng that he did not clash with them for long.
"I will send you out of town first." The man still spoke with an even tone. "It's too chaotic here, and about your mother... please endure."
Chang Geng leaned on him. He was silent for a while, and then he said: "My mother drank poison to kill herself. She has always had contact with the barbarians outside the border. Maybe she was their spy."
The man in black armor did not say anything; he didn't seem to be surprised by this.
"You saved a barbarian's son. It's your loss -" Chang Geng paused, then completely unveiled the identity of the other party, "Teacher Shen."
A cloud of thin white steam appeared at the ear of the man in dark-colored armor; then, the black iron mask was pushed up, revealing the scholarly face of Shen Yi.
"There was a rebellion on the ship of the Northern Patrol unit," said Shen Yi. "I first thought that the traitor was Brother Xu, but it seems now that Xiu Niang's suicide was partially due to the remorse she felt for her husband. Brother Xu might have already sacrificed himself for the country, even until the end, he was not aware of any of this. You must also...endure this loss."
"It seems that you have already known..." Chang Geng whispered, "Who are you?"
Shen Yi: "I am a subordinate of the Black Iron Camp, under the direct command of Marshal Gu."
Black Iron Camp's subordinate, under the Marquis of Order Gu Yun's personal command.
Chang Geng mulled over this sentence several times in his head. It all felt like a dream - he just learned that he was not his mother's own son, that this mother was also a barbarian spy, and now the old-schooled teacher living next door whose hands were never cleaned of machine oil was a General of the Black Iron Camp.
Then what about Shiliu?
Chang Geng smiled sadly and thought, even if someone told him now that his yifu was Marshal Gu or even the Emperor himself, he would still be unable to find the strength to be surprised.
"Why is Marshal Gu's General hiding away in this remote area? Why did you save the son of a barbarian woman?" After asking these two questions, Chang Geng realized that he was about to lose control. He immediately wanted to close his mouth, but unfortunately, he still couldn't stop that last unnecessary extra question from coming out: "Where is Shiliu?"
Chang Geng felt an overwhelming sadness inside his heart at this question. Things had already become like this, yet he was still concerned about Shiliu. He was fully aware that person was some kind of grand character in disguise as a commoner, yet he still worried that his eyes were not good, his ears couldn't hear well, would he accidentally be injured in this mayhem, would he be able to find a hiding place...
He even couldn't help but think: How come the person who came for me was Teacher Shen? Why was it not Shiliu?
The sound of killing and screaming filled the air. The shape of the Giant Kite engulfed Yanhui Town in its shadow; Baihong arrows were flying everywhere, creating a ghostly imagery. In the distance, someone's house caught on fire, and the flame spread out quickly. Shen Yi remained stoic, turning a blind eye to everything as he moved left and right, dodging all the stray arrows in this chaos: "Your Highness, please sit tight."
Chang Geng asked in a daze: "What did you call me? "
Shen Yi calmly said: "Fourteen years ago, when His Majesty was patrolling the south, the Royal Consort was pregnant. All alone in the palace, she had fallen into the scheme of wicked subjects. She successfully escaped thanks to the help of her sister and loyal servants. On the way to the south, they came across the rebellious forces of the commoners. The Royal Consort was already very weak. She had fought tooth and nail to give birth to Your Highness amidst the chaos. In the end, she never got to see His Majesty again.
"The younger sister of the Consort took Your Highness and escaped, from then on, all news was cut off. In the past few years, the Emperor had sent countless people to search for you in private. He always thought that Your Highness had met your demise - it wasn't until three years ago that there were a few small leads. His Majesty had sent us here to welcome you back." Shen Yi briefly explained in a few words, "We were unable to reveal our identities to Your Highness, please forgive us..."
Chang Geng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that Teacher Shen's brain might be filled with oil. He had compiled a story full of flaws. According to him, Xiu Niang was the Royal Consort's younger sister; if so, then the Royal Consort was also a barbarian woman?
Moreover, if the Emperor sent someone to find his child, why would he send out only two people? Even if the Emperor was destitute, with the entire imperial court having numerous magistrates and military personnel, how could they only send two people? And why did these two men not reveal their identity for more than two years?
With these incredible Black Iron Camp's generals living next door, there was no way they did not know that Xiu Niang had been secretly communicating with the barbarians...Why did they not stop her?
Chang Geng cut him off: "You are mistaken."
Shen Yi: "Your Highness..."
"You have the wrong person!" Chang Geng felt very exhausted; he suddenly did not want to be involved any longer with these people who only knew how to tell lies:
"Let me down, I am just a bastard son born from a barbarian woman and who knows which bandit, I am not worthy of the Black Iron Camp generals putting themselves in danger just so I can be rescued, not deserving of having people like you as my yifu!"
Shen Yi could not help but sigh after hearing that last sentence. He felt that seventy to eighty percent of Chang Geng's words were directed at Shen Shiliu. He just got caught in the middle, and Chang Geng had directed his anger at the completely wrong person.
He gently grasped Chang Geng's leg that was kicking around in a frenzy: "Pardon my rudeness - the pinky toe of your right foot is slightly bent compared to normal people, just like His Majesty's, this is unmistakably the dragon's bloodline."
Chang Geng quickly jerked his leg back, his heart getting colder and colder.
He clearly remembered that this foot was not naturally born looking like this. It was broken by Xiu Niang herself when he was a child. She ignored his crying and screaming, twisted one of his toes, then used the method for binding women's feet to bind his toe into deformity.
Dragon's bloodlines bullshit...even this can be fabricated?