Zhou You's third son, Zhou Ding, had barely entered the world before being cradled in his father's arms.
It was his first time holding a newborn son. The child felt like a steamed bun fresh from the basket—soft and warm.
Beside him, Zhou Pan stood on tiptoe. "Let me see, let me see."
"Hm?"
In Zhou You's eyes, irregular purple blotches were scattered across the infant's hands, feet, lower abdomen, and back.
Jian Xiaocao and Cao Mo'ang, standing nearby, were utterly shaken when they saw them. This was an ancestral bloodline returning to its roots—natural seal-script birthmarks.
But why were there so many?
The two of them were rare among noble Lineages in having birthmarks of their own, yet each had only one. The newborn young master had at least six.
Amid their shock, they heard Zhou You say, "Control everyone. No one is allowed to leave!"
Sure enough, Zhou You was not entirely ignorant of natural birthmarks. He was undoubtedly connected to that Body Engraver.
Moreover, given the young master's condition, he would certainly need the Body Engraver to complete and elevate his birthmarks.
Jian Xiaocao and Cao Mo'ang held hope in their hearts. The answers they had sought were about to be revealed.
The Zhou Clan Western Sect became tense as wind and cranes, steeped in an atmosphere of slaughter. The joy of a noble son's birth was swiftly washed away.
"What happened?"
When the Aged Grandmaster stationed in the household was invited over, he had initially been somewhat unwilling. But upon seeing the abnormalities on Zhou Ding's body, his eyes immediately went round. "Th-this is..."
"Ancestor, the Grandmaster is not home, and my seniority is too shallow. Please make the decision in this matter!"
At present, the strongest fighting force openly available to the Zhou Clan Western