Outside Tian Nan City,
at a certain hidden estate.
"That Shen Changchuan? He's my son?"
As the sensational news from the outside world reached him, a flicker of surprise appeared in the eyes of Shen Fuxing, the portly Shen Clan Leader, who was reclining on a purple bamboo rocking chair.
His surprise wasn't because the once-inconspicuous Shen Changchuan had accomplished something so great.
It was because,
he had a son named Shen Changchuan, and that son was actually so formidable!
That's right.
He didn't even remember Shen Changchuan's existence!
He didn't even remember having a son named Shen Changchuan!
This was not surprising.
After all, with sixty or seventy children, aside from the ten or so who were more important or had better aptitudes, the rest were merely insignificant figures in his memory, easily forgotten.
Shen Fuxing tried his best to recall.
He thought back to the New Year's Eve dinners, when the entire large family gathered together.
