PREVIEW
... late autumn morning. As the dawn chased the dark shadows, the sun added warmth to the chilly air.
An oil lamp in the cellar of the Luo Clan lit up. A young man named Luo Zheng sat upright in front of a table, shading most of the light of the oil lamp. Quietly he pulled out a battered thread-bound book.
Luo Zheng was a lean, average-looking young man who had just turned seventeen. However, there was something mellow about him. In contrast, his eyes were radiant that even in t ...
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