The Boy of Bones
Back in his room, the sword in Han Li's hands shone like a red pearl, as if it was burning with blood inside its ancient physical constraints.
Han Li sat there as a large amount of information streamed into his head.
Yang Wei.
He was a very normal kid of the Bone Clan.
A very, very normal kid—of the Bone Clan.
Bone Clan was only some weeks away from the Southern Lust City, situated under a gigantic gorge in a gloomy place called the Bone City—which was solely ruled by the said clan.
Having been born with the usual Life Dao Transformation Path Spark that all of the Bone Clan members had—The Bone Spark—he was treated like any other kid of the clan.
Which even made Han Li raise an eyebrow.
At the age of three, the pale-eyed youth was thrown into a dark room filled with the bones of his ancestors and required to get an appetite for them. And then, like all the other youths, the boy ate the bones daily to survive.