Central Earth God Continent.
Night.
In a bustling city, Sun Rang squatted outside a fenced courtyard, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he gazed inside.
Inside the courtyard was a family of three.
The wife was virtuous and diligent.
The child was clever and hardworking. Even at night, he still studied by lamplight.
Only the husband was a gambling wreck and a drunken wretch, with a twisted and violent temperament, often beating, berating, and abusing his wife.
Tonight was no exception.
When the husband staggered home drunk, he kicked his wife to the ground for no reason at all and began beating her with his fists.
The child, who had been studying by lamplight, immediately grabbed an inkstone and smashed it hard against his father's head. Yet his enraged father kicked him in the stomach, sending his whole body crashing into a corner.
But the child gritted his teeth and said nothing. Instead, he struggled to his feet and snuffed out the oil lamp, plunging the entire room into darkness.
Then the father let out a roar of pain.
After that, the sound stopped abruptly.
In the dark room, the child's worried and anxious voice rang out, asking whether his mother was badly hurt.
Sun Rang quietly rose and lightly knocked on the courtyard wall.
The child's voice inside the room vanished as well.
A lamp was lit, dispersing the darkness in the room.
A woman opened the door and walked out.
Behind her, the husband lay in a pool of blood, a pair of scissors embedded in his neck as fresh blood continued to flow.
Beside the husband, the child lay there as well, his eyes bulging wide and his neck twisted into a knot.
Yet the woman was unharmed, with only bloodstains on her clothes.
She stepped