Blackwater City, Zhao Family.
A middle-aged man sat beside a tea table in the front hall, sighing heavily.
This was Zhao Mu, the Patriarch of the Zhao Family.
The Zhao Family was considered wealthy in Blackwater City, with several shops and supply depots. They could save a few hundred Taels of Silver each year. Zhao Mu was no Martial Artist, and in this Chaotic World, he had built his fortune from nothing. Carving out such a family business had been no easy feat.
Yet Zhao Mu was only in his forties, and his hair was already completely white.
He held a necklace in his hands, turning it over and over as he looked at it. At times he stared into space, at times he smiled, and at times tears fell.
A servant in the front hall replaced the tea, which had gone cold, with a fresh, steaming cup. The servant couldn't help but sigh. For the past six months, the Patriarch had often come to sit alone in this hall, staying there all day...
Yinyin... Your father was useless!
Zhao Mu sat in his chair, looking at the necklace in his hands. It was the one he'd specially commissioned for his daughter Yinyin when she was eight. Her name was engraved on it.
When Zhao Mu was young, he had a beloved. She died after giving birth to their daughter, and he doted on Yinyin, giving her the very best of everything.
His daughter was his whole world!
But...
I hate that I'm nothing but a useless man, unable to practice martial arts! I hate that I'm so weak I can't even truss a chicken, and can only be crushed like an ant before powerful Martial Artists!
*Yinyin, your father was useless! I can't avenge you. What face do I