Before Shen Haoran was the Shen Family, a place he knew like the back of his hand. But the home that had birthed and raised him was now engulfed in flames. The bodies of countless Shen Clan Members hung from the ancient tree at the main gate, their blood soaking the ground below as cries of anguish filled the air.
Shen Haoran's most beloved grandfather, Old Sir Shen, was among them. The tree swarmed with crows, which greedily pecked at the bodies of the Shen Clan Members. The sight of stark white bone was jarring in the pitch-black space!
"Grandpa!"
Shen Haoran's eyes turned bloodshot as a brutal rage surged through him. He sprinted to the base of the ancient tree and struck out with his palm. The ferocious gust of wind sent the entire flock of crows scattering into the sky.
"CAW… CAW…"
