Rael, son of the patriarch of the Torres clan, was born without his right arm, making it impossible to follow a cultivator's path, so his clan, which was one of the largest clans among the five strongest clans of the southern continent, had its name thrown into the mud . Rael's life was miserable until he was ten. His clan, his family, and all the rest treated him worse than a beggar. It seemed that the whole world was spitting hatred against him. His father, the patriarch, not being able to endure such humiliation, ordered the taking of the life of his own son.