The moment he saw these three words, Wang Zhan felt his mind go blank.
He stared blankly at the greatsword embedded in the wall before him. He didn't know how long this greatsword had been here, but despite being weathered by wind and rain, its blade showed not the slightest trace of rust, still shimmering with a dazzling, cold light.
"Wang Yidao... Wang Yu," Wang Zhan mumbled to himself. So many things flooded his mind at once.
The last time he had heard this name was the previous year, just before he was to attend the Chu State Martial Arts Academy. Before leaving home, his mother had mentioned the name Wang Yidao.
Wang Yidao was the moniker of Wang Zhan's father, Wang Yu!
Wang Zhan had almost no impression of his own father. It seemed he hadn't seen his father even once since he was old enough to remember. Everything he knew about his father, Wang Yu, came from his mother.
