Tears streamed through the gaps of the crippled man’s fingers as he covered his face. His shoulders trembled slightly. He couldn’t say it. As Li Xiaofei’s brother, he hadn’t stood up to fight when the foreigners had invaded. He hadn’t died defending his homeland.  0

Instead, he had fled for the sake of his family. He felt like a coward. A pitiful shadow cast beneath Li Xiaofei’s blazing glory; a clown who had no right to stand in the light. What right did a clown have to even speak the name Li Xiaofei?  0

After arriving in Haijing City, he had heard whispers of Li Xiaofei’s legendary deeds. It only made him more ashamed. Even when he was impoverished, struggling, and desperate, he had never once mentioned his connection to Li Xiaofei. He had never used that name to seek aid and his wife had understood. She had supported his choice without question. 0

But now, Li Xiaofei was here. That bastard had appeared right in front of him. The fragile...0