After Li Lun true form burned by Ever Wood Fire, part of his soul stucked into a Black Locust Tree root. Ironically, the Zhuo family found the tree root and planted it in their courtyard. For nearly a century, Li Lun had lived in the courtyard, watching the Zhuo family come and go. He had seen joy and sorrow, but this-this was different. Zhuo Yichen's grief was so raw, so visceral, that it pierced through even Li Lun's hardened heart. "He's just a young boy," Li Lun thought, his voice trembling within his own mind. "Why must humans endure so much pain?"
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