The young cultivator was none other than Zhou Changhe.
He had been born in Three Origins City, under Lianshan Group. His father had been a senior executive at a relic-exploration company, and their life had been comfortable. But when Zhou Changhe was young, a company reassignment had sent his father to Qingyu City in Xuandu as the local director. His authority had been second only to the Purple Mansion Master stationed there—one could say he had reached the pinnacle of the working man's career.
But good times did not last. During one relic expedition, the company's three main exploration teams all lost contact inside an ancient underground-palace ruin. Zhou Changhe's father had no choice but to head to the front lines to investigate and command the rescue forces—such things were common enough; what was rare was an actual rescue. Zhou Changhe's father endured enormous pressure before pushing the rescue operation through. Fortunately, it succeeded. All three exploration teams returned safely, bringing back the Grand Rain-Prayer Altar from within the underground palace—a formation disk for an ancient weather-control Array Formation from the Dao Court era.
But after that, things began to go wrong. Whenever Zhou Changhe came home from school during his ten-day breaks, he found his parents' relationship growing ever more strained. They often argued, and his father, once cheerful and mild-tempered, became gloomy and taciturn.
Until one day, after his parents had argued, Zhou Changhe curled up in his room with his hands over his ears, waiting to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard a scream.
It was his mother's voice.
What happened?! Zhou Changhe trembled violently. In that instant, one possibility sprang to mind—but he had no idea how to deal with it... If his father had truly killed his mother, what was he supposed to do? Would