Before meeting his master, Li Xiaowei’s memory was full of cold, hunger, and misery.
He did not know why they were living like this, nor why his father had abandoned him and his mother.
As far as he knew, he had never seen his father. He had always been raised by his mother alone. In his
initial memory, his mother was a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei thought that all the beautiful
words describing women in this world belonged to her.
But as time went by, he watched his mother wither bit by bit under the ravages of time and life.
The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in this cruel life; she had to work
everyday to feed her child and herself.
Li Xiaowei had always remembered that during winter months, his mother still had to clean clothes for
their neighbors by the river. The snow in the winter was piercingly cold, but his mother silently endured all
this. She never cried in front of Li Xiaowei, and never plained. However bitter and tired she was, she
always hugged her son with the warmest smile when she came home.
She was always saying…
Mother was not hungry.
Mother was not tired.
Mother was not sleepy.
Li Xiaowei grew up in such an environment. He never asked his mother for anything. From the moment he
could think, he was already helping her earn money.
Other children began to learn dou qi and magic early on, but he could only carry a basket up the
mountain to dig wild vegetables to ll his stomach.
He was not envious of other children. In fact, he felt that what he had was already the best.
He had such a gentle mother, which was already a gift from heaven.
Therefore, he never plained.
Looking at his mother’s back bending bit by bit, watching the face he regarded as the most beautiful
wither little by little, the young Li Xiaowei felt quite helpless. He did not know what he could do to save his
mother from wilting.
God always revealed his cruelty inadvertently. In the winter of that year, his mother fell ill.
After a few months of illness, Li Xiaowei emptied all his family’s possessions, sold all the things he could,
and bought medicine for his mother, but he was still not able to stop her condition from getting worse.
“I’m not hungry, mother. Stop talking and have a good rest.” Li Xiaowei crouched in front of the bed,
looking at her mother’s wilted face, his eyes glistening with tears.
A heart-rending pain spread through his body.
He also clearly remembered that it was such a snowy day when his mother left him forever.
That was the most painful memory of his life.
“Silly child, being with me made you suer… If your father knew you were so sensible, he would be proud
of you.” The weak woman looked sadly at her son, her only hope.
This was the rst time Li Xiaowei’s mother mentioned his father.
“Son, once I’m no longer here, go to the imperial capital to nd your father… He is from the Black Tortoise
Clan. Go look for the clan head of the Black Tortoise Clan; they will surely treat you as the esh and blood
of their family and will not let you continue to suer.” The woman choked up as she spoke. No matter
how cruel and exhausting her life was, she hadn’t thought of going to that man even once due to her own
dignity. However, she now knew that her time was running out and her child was still so young. She could
not bear to leave him with no one to take care of him.
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