Spring passed and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, another ten years had gone by.
Deep within the Heavenly Sword Clan's core forbidden grounds, heavy snow was falling thick and fast. Yet in the small courtyard where Zhang Yang had been "living in seclusion," there was now an unexpected guest.
An old man with hair and beard as white as snow, bizarre facial features, body, and limbs, had simply braved the wind and snow to barge in.
What made him bizarre was that he had only one eye, one ear, one hand, and one leg. Even half his nose had been sliced away, making him look hideously ferocious.
On his back, he carried a stone chessboard with each side measuring five meters.
"Cousin! I've come to offer my congratulations! I hope I'm not too late. Congratulations to you and Sister-in-law on your wedding! May you have an early—blessed son!"
The old man shouted in a hoarse voice, like iron claws scraping across stone.
An eight- or nine-year-old child ran out of the small courtyard and stared curiously at the strange man.
"Huh? The child's already this big? Damn, cousin, you're ruthless!"
The visitor was none other than Mu Shaoan. But the moment he finished speaking, the sound of a child crying came from inside the room. He instantly froze again. Especially when he saw Zhang Yang smiling as he led a three- or four-year-old toddler with one hand and supported a heavily pregnant woman with the other, Mu Shaoan looked as though he had seen a ghost. With a wail, he turned and fled.
I've lost, I've lost. This time, I've been thoroughly defeated by this shameless King of Pits cousin. Could you not be so despicable? I don't have that many gifts for children!
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