Clang of the pot! Clang of the pot!
The horse's hooves tapped the wind, heading westward.
At this moment, Mei Xiu was frantically galloping on horseback, with tears slipping down his cheeks in the wind.
He couldn't understand why the grandfather he had called for more than a decade suddenly wasn't his real father.
He was even more baffled as to why the man his grandfather had always told him to hate was actually his biological father.
At this moment, Mei Xiu's heart was filled with all sorts of misery.
He grieved over his elder brother who had died on the battlefield, and he hadn't even had the chance to guard his sibling's spirit.
He grieved over the fact that the man who had been like a father to him for over a decade suddenly wasn't his biological father.
He grieved over the possibility that he might never see his mother again.
Just as Mei Xiu was immersed in sorrow, he suddenly felt something attacking him.
Mei Xiu immediately dodged, but he was still a beat slow.
