Twenty years ago, on a certain day.
Heavenly Sword Sect.
On a square.
"Hahaha, Lily Tisdale, you're nothing but trash, rubbish, a fool!"
"To think you're the Sect Leader's son, yet you can't even find your Qi Sense until now. You're even worse than those wastes in the secular world!"
"You, such trash, dream of taking over as Sect Leader in the future? Disgusting, don't even dream about it!"
"Lily Tisdale, as the trash you are, you might as well stay in the Sect to do menial chores, that suits you better!"
"How can you, an ant or a crawling insect, compare with us who are the Prides of Heaven?"
"Living in the same Sect with you is such bad luck!"
A group of kids around ten years old punched and kicked a five- or six-year-old boy, giggling and mocking him in all sorts of ways.
A few little girls also stood by watching the excitement, humiliating the little boy in various ways.
