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Nian Quan had a fleeting dream of his mother—a memory from long ago, dating back nearly eight years. It was before his father passed and his name was changed; before his mother suffered a cultivation backlash from overwork and ended up with a wooden prosthetic leg.
Even as a young boy, Nian Quan was remarkably gifted. He could recall details that other children quickly forgot. Back then, he was still too small to reach his father's thigh, and their home was frequently visited by a stream of "uncles" and "aunts."
Nian Quan was tremendously shy and would weep at the sight of visiting guests, prompting his mother to scoop him up and retreat to his room. There, on his soft bed, she would soothe him with grand legends of righteous heroes and fantastical adventures involving immortals and wondrous encounters.
In truth, Nian Quan didn't actually care for such stories....
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