Ten years ago, in the Kingdom of jialong, a brat tells his mother that he's never going to practice the sword-fighting techniques that her family has passed down from generation to generation. He's going to go out and play. He hears bad news: yesterday, a bunch of people came into the city with their carriages with the family crests on them. The branch of the family came to kill us. Then, let's rush and hide inside. But yuanneng isn't outside yet. The tap tap seems to be too late. Honey, take our kid and leave first, honey. Take our kid. leave first. Honey. take our child, leave first! hahahaha. You wanna go? Without my permission! hand over secret scriptures. And you may die easier death! Ooh, thanks. They only sent the people who were really powerful. The brat is shocked to learn that the zhu clan is a powerful family. He tells his mom that his family would have been murdered if he hadn't gone out to play when he was a kid. He says that if it weren't for his family, he wouldn't be playing today. He asks his mom to run away so that he can capture his eldest son and kill him. His mom says that his son won't die, because he is a good kid. The old man says that this is a joke. He compares his son's death to having to have his family killed. It's just like having your family killed, he says, compared to the pain of being